The Depression Contest

My pain is more abstract… na, na, na, na
And greater than yours
My tears are more nuanced… na, na, na, na
And deeper than yours
So, pity me. Harder, pity me. Faster, pity ME
My story’s an epic… na, na, na, na
Forget telling yours
You can try
But your stock strife
Won’t win my
Depression Contest
My parents were absent… na, na, na, na
And meaner than yours
The damage was glamourous… na, na, na, na
And SOOO more than yours
That’s why I’m this… why I can’t do that… why I’m just not… THIS
My reasons are precious… na, na, na, na
And better than yours
You can try
You can cut and slice
It’s skin deep in my
Depression Contest
I win. I win. I win. I win
I win. I win. I win. I win
I lose. I lose. I lose. I lose
My pain is my handshake… na, na, na, na
It’s firmer than yours
My tears are my make-up…na, na, na, na
It sparkles and charms
I’m such a freak… such a little freak… such a little…
My story’s my mantra… na, na, na, na
It cradles and arms
You can try
You can crocodile cry
But, it’s the time of my life…
Depression Contest