IsEveryoneDepressedOrIsItJustMe?

My head is heavy my shoulders slouching my eyes are perked Im staring at it, the wall is sunny, the birds'll chirp The sun reflecting the branches swaying, the day rebirth Emotions flutter, my pain is stuttered, my mood reversed The shadows dancing, my brain focused, on minuscule The curtain black so in fact, I can't see it through The day'll wither without you, the time passed The symphony for the dead, wear an alive mask I see my future as the present and my past as dust Vanish as I vanguish the anguish that has filled me up Strangulation I can't breath, this world corrupt My lungs are coated in oil and slick substances They killed the tree that has birthed me, no history I knew a smokers cough and vodka in the cabinetry I knew a raspy voice and wheel chair, that energy Is siphoning my memory until there's nothing left of me So lesson learned, death is birth, Mother Earth will tremble The ground is shaking, I feel the rapture, this feeling blissful To know that you out of all of your fucking misery is missing you the problem or is death just this bittersweet? My head is heavy my shoulders slouching my eyes are perked Im staring at it, the wall is sunny, the birds'll chirp The sun reflecting the branches swaying, the day rebirth Emotions flutter, my pain is stuttered, my mood reversed The shadows dancing, my brain focused, on minuscule The curtain black so in fact, I can't see it through The day'll wither without you, the time passed The symphony for the dead, wear an alive mask My tank is empty, my body stranded, my phone is off They see me dangle, my feet is swaying, can't hear a cough The brain is empty, I find it peaceful, I'm dozing off These words is suicide but I been inside of my thoughts So when no trauma tryna rear it's nasty head inside I tend to tally up the good times, I'm thankful I'm alive Cause even if the people that I care about are gone At least I got the memories and I can make these fucking songs From the good, bad and ugly, sip my cup of Joe Reminisce of all the times I got to smile on a scenic road Staring at the glaciers in the back of that motor home Laughing over fires while the s'mores roasting slow In my mind I be crying from the flames that'll toast And when I got the call my body turned into a ghost Kneeled to the ground and then I prayed for my folks But the prayers never worked, gramps dead in the morgue