LINKIN PARK

GIVEN UP LYRICS

Wake in a sweat again. Another day's been laid to wasteIn my disgrace Stuck in my head again. Feels like I'll never leave this place. There's no escapeI'm my own worst enemy[chorus]I've given upI'm sick of feelingIs there nothing you can say. Take this all the wayI'm suffocating. Tell me what the fuck is wrongWith me[end chorus]I don't know what to take. Thought I was focused but Im scared. I'm not prepared. I hyperventilate. Looking for help somehow somewhere And no one cares. I'm my own worst enemy[chorus]I've given upI'm sick of feeling. Is there nothing you can say. Take this all the wayI'm suffocatingTell me what the fuck is wrongWith me[end chorus][bridge]Goddddddd!!!!Put me out of my misery. Put me out of my misery. Put me out of my Put me out of my fucking misery[end bridge][chorus]I've given upI'm sick of feelingIs there nothing you can sayTake this all the wayI'm suffocatingTell me what the fuck is wrongWith me[end chorus]

NO WORK!

One of the hallmarks of good mental health is being able to work. I mean preferably working in a rewarding job. We all need a purpose to want to put our feet on the floor in the morning. Just doing that is a struggle. I've recently lost my job and I'm quickly losing my sense of self. I'm looking down the wrong avenues for a way to boost my eroding self esteem. I feel so lost. Thank God psychosis hasn't set in. Cleaning the house has become my full time job. Actually it's an obsession. Every little dust spec must be removed or my mood radically takes a turn for the worse. Talking to men who want to live out their fantasies are looking good too. Being that I'm not dressing up for work nor feeling good about my appearance is now being sadly replaced by the empty compliments of unhappy men looking for someone to listen to their problems. Misery loves company. This is so unfulfulling. I need a job!

ANXIETY

The knives inside won't stop piercing my VITAL ORGANS. My BrAiN is ON FIRE! I want to jump out of my skin. What violates me? Why does my body punish me? I know I don't treat it kindly all the time but it attacks me like an enemy on the battlefield. ANXIETY MUST LIFT SOON. IT WILL. IT WILL. I hope it does...

THE MORNING HAUNTS ME

Just keep your eyes closed, I say to myself. Once you open your eyes, the day starts and you must be a responsible adult which is becoming harder and harder each day. The day haunts me. I look forward to the night where I can go to sleep. Sleep ususally lasts as long as the drug(s) in my system. Butterflies are so beautiful except when they live in your belly like a bevy of bats. I wake up to this fluttering feeling that slowly tickles me but in a tortous way on my one and only nerve. I wish the day away so it's night again. Before you know it, life is over. Is this all there is to life? No wonder I'm depressed.

IT'S DARK IN HERE

It's dark in this room. I can't see. I can hardly feel what's around me. I'm angry, I'm sad, yet a morsel of happiness peaks through rarely. I would settle for those night glasses just to get me across the dark room. Why can't I feel the furniture? Why can't I hear the creaking of the floor? Where is everyone? Ever feel that way?

DEPRESSION

Have you ever felt like chains are wrapped around you. You have no contol over your blackest thoughts of doom. For some death seems to be the only way out. Maybe for you it's pills, food, sex, or drama. Tell me please tell me how you deal with the abyss.................

Here's something for you to ponder: I read this in a book called: 1001 Meditations by Mike George
Characteristic of depression is a feeling of entrapment in a meaningless void. Trips into this psychic underworld are scary, yet there can be surprising benefits for those brave enough to confront the darkness. If you find yourself in such a place, imagine walking down a long, dark tunnel. When you feel you can go no further, a faceless figure looms out of the shadows. He places the bud of a white rose in your hands before slipping away into the darkness. Continuing along the tunnel you spy the light ahead. As you emerge into the sunlight, the rose bursts into bloom: it is the flowering of wisdom and insight, gained from your journey into yourself.

Where are you?

I'm lonely waiting for you to talk to me. Where are you? I'm here to help. Tell me anything. I want to hear.