It was the middle of spring,
Birds were singing, flowers in bloom.
I should’ve been happy,
Why wasn’t I happy?
Everything lush with color,
Everyone chipper and chatty.
Why couldn’t that be me?
What was holding me back
From enjoying spring to the fullest?
Could it be I’m just not over my depression?
Or is there something getting me down?
Winter seemed to breeze by,
I was sure I was over being depressed.
But now that the sun is shining,
And the air is warm,
I can’t help but wish I was someone else.
I daydream of running away,
Starting a new life with a new mentality.
It feels like I’m in so deep,
There’s no escape but to restart.
You’d think I’d know by now,
Running away only causes more problems.
Starting over only gets me so far
Because all my problems follow
And soon enough I’ll be in the same position
In a different location,
Daydreaming about running away again.