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