La maison de deppresion

For all of my life, I've lived in this box,
where isolation and misery come and knock.

This ruthless home tears me apart,
the thoughts it creates is a morbid kind of art.

Where endless misery seems to confine,
in this home, Resides my mind..

I cant find the solace in this giant house.
must have misplaced it,i need some help.

There a lock on the door, ill open it and set myself free!
but its too dark here,i cant find the key.

My only chance in freedom is this clear confession,
"my minds in a house constructed of depression."