I don’t know that I can call it depression,

The name of my present condition,

Well, I pretty much self diagnosed my whole life,

I took tablets what the druggist gave,

The only rush in my life was nicotine’s,

And only high was from cannabis,

I tried to escape the reality wholeheartedly,

While inducing the dream state artificially,

I existed parallelly with the present,

Without ties with future or past,

I know I’m not living life to it’s worth,

I’m just a being stuck between loving life and death.