Depressed and loving it

I lay here in my bed
No smile to meet my face
my cheeks are damp and cold
I feel right in my place...

at last an excuse to cry
a reason to want to die
something to blame my cuts on
no need to use those lies

a reason for my anger
a license to hurt myself
a free pass staight to death
and an opening to hell

the diagnosis is depression
supposed to make me sad?
but a reason for all the pain im in
cant really be all that bad?

to know that my head is messed up
to know that I'm just not right
it kind of makes you toss and turn
as I lay here in the night

no one can blame me for nothing!
as a smile comes to my face...
my cheeks are so damp and cold
and I feel right in my place...