Conversations in the Key of Depression

Depression is like... well; it's an state of mind.
The keys of a piano hitting tines
That ring out
dissonantly.
It's quite the horrible key

You see, you'll start off with a familiar melody,
Like "I'm not quite sure where I want to be..."
but instead of ascending into the major key
You get "and I'll ne-er real-y be anywh-re.
Because I'm a fail-re
I disap-oi-t ever-one
And I can't even fig-re out the simple-t of things
Like 'Wh-t do I love d-ing?'
Lo-k at me.
Can't keep my tr-e lov-
Can't find my own passi-n
The world's f-cked up
Especially h-re in my he-d

All the s-ngs I com-ose fall apart ho-rib-y
No m-tter how be-utiful th-y sound inti-lly.
I'll nev-r... I'll ne-er..."

That's the song depression weaves.
Eerily abhorrent, quietly screamed underneath,
Unable to be hushed in the haunts of your thoughts.
Handing your inner ears something that you can't stand to hear.
But you see, my dear...

Even in the hardest sounds to swallow,
There is music all the same.
Sometimes the music doesn't come out correctly
But you aren't listening to the right things.

Don't listen to the song of your life
And cry over the sounds that got muted.
Chances are that they were left out
Because to your song they were unsuited.

And don't sweat the mistakes, really, my friend,
Be it you or others who were playing.
No performer ever plays a song perfectly,
And we'll still hear what you're saying.

And if you can't find the notes you think you should play
Well, my dear, that's quite alright
We all lose our place from time to time
Tap the tempo, listen calmly, sit tight
Because your part has barely just begun,
And you'll find your places to sing
You'll make wonderful stories that are wonderful as you
About all sorts of wonderful things.

You're an instrument worth hearing... don't sell your sound short
Don't stop your part in humanity's harmony.
For this conversation in the key of depression...
Is one false note in your beautiful song, you see?