Depression, my old friend, you've returned
Telling me that I want to die
Who are you, what makes you so sure
That I don't live for the pain?

Insecurity, my nemesis, my pet peeve
You think I am weak and worn
But what does it really matter
If I am exactly that?

Darling, my love, you're here with me
Comforting and sweet and close
But who ever even said
that I deserve you?

Self, my mask, my contorted shell
Living the lie that everything's ok
Who the hell gave you permission
To try to fool everyone?

World, fallen, with your so called superiority
telling me that I'm no good
Who ever truly believed
That anyone can claim to be?

Savior, God, above in the heavens
Christ who died instead of me
Are you really sure
That I'm worth it?