Mathematically

They say x+y equals a brilliant mind
But where in this contract did it say to sign
Away my life to the seed of sin
Informally known to me as depression
Day in and day out my conscious mind roams about
Unconsciously aiming to discover
What everyone claims is life's true purpose to be uncovered

But funny thing is they have yet themselves to find
This myserious existence of the purest mind
But their advice to me is face the world head on
When the world has turned its back toward me
While society flees from the monster which they created in me
Its like the words I write can never be happy
The souls of free somehow managed to be trapped inside of me

But i don't want that, i want to be filled with glee
Without this cynical mind that infects me
Can i get joyful ending with the clichè's please
Can i be cured of this soul sucking disease
Or am I destined to live in the shadows the rest of my nights
Playing keep away with the kitchen knife
What the hell is this journey everyone labels life
Then when you retreat they turn into the jury
All the while pretending they don't judge you

Whilst in hiding they begin to whisper
Their angers of how i mysteriously went missing
But theyre just as guilty because they turned a blind eye
Not realizing i was gone assuming i was fine
Now in that tragic twist that left them surprised
Is seeing the list of all their names in a letter I cried
Begging  for them to help me, to save me from my fatal demise