the forgotten

             
depression lingers just outside my door   
I invite him in he's the only visitor    
who comes to spend time with me   
      
I sit in limbo   
where feelings are rare   
so when he comes    
with a dose of melancholy   
     
I get my fix    
and ride it all the way down   
to a place called despair   
      
this is where depression lives   
I'm always welcome    
    
it's where I can relax   
and be myself
without anyone looking    
      
a pessimist by nature   
I let it all hang out   
with doomsday prophesies    
      
i'm never surprised   
when things go bad   
expecting the worst   
is what i'm good at   
      
so I sit back and drink   
my piss on the day booze   
as anger sidles up   
then takes a good look at me   
 
thinks for a moment and says   
      
"why don't you just stay here?"   

"the rest the world   
dun forgotten you"