When you’ve been sad for so long it’s hard to reset

When you’ve been sad for so long it’s hard to reset, The bad chemicals in your brain have made themselves at homeI remember my mother telling me that my depression and mental illnesses were just a game to meBut if they were just a game I would’ve turned them offThrown out the counselTaken out the headphonesPut away the controllersBecause I wouldn’t want my mental illnesses to control meBecause if I could control my mental illnesses (them) I wouldn’t be ill I try to tell people my feelings but they just come up as errors on the screen If I had the power to turn them off I wouldn’t still be playingI wish I wasn’t playingWhy am I still playingwhy can’t I get past the levels (I wish I could just get past the levels)I wish someone would have told me that I don’t have to beat my high scoreThat even when the screen says Game Over you still have more lives leftI wish the screen didn’t say Game Over Game Over Game OverNow it just feels like the game is unplugged (Now the game is unplugged)Like there’s nothing left on the screenJust blackNo noiseNo soundJust silence When you’ve been sad for so long it’s hard to resetThe bad chemicals in your brain are here to stayI know my game isn’t resettingI wish someone would just change the channel