Lust For Life 

I’ve got a lust for life 

Yet I’ve got a lust for death 

I look forward to both in parts equal measure 

I think most people with depression have a lust for death 

Along with a lust for life 

They desperately want to live, and i mean truly live 

Instead of the strange half life that is depression 

But they also want it all to end 

Because they’re tire so, so tired of fighting every day 

Some desperately so 

Th thing that so desperately screws so many of us 

And the ones we love 

Is so many of us suffer in silence 

Whether that be because of the stigma around it or the disbelief of others 

Not wanting to seem weak 

Or unappreciative of the life that we have 

Because to the outsider looking in some, even most of our lives look picture perfect 

But there’s things we don’t let others see for myriads of reasons 

Some unique to each of us 

But when push comes to shove and it comes to that last desperate breath that final push over the edge  

Into the great unknown 

The great beyond 

Or that first gasp on the same side after the failing 

That lust for life kicks in and the survival instinct takes over again 

And we’ll fight desperately tooth and nail  

Crying all the while just to cling on to life 

If that’s not a lust for life I don’t know what it is 

Sometimes it takes a desperate gamble to reignite it though 

Which is not an endorsement of it 

But we all possess a lust for life it just so often needs to be rekindled 

Which i do by spending time with loved ones 

Or in green spaces 

Good food 

Good music 

Or sometimes something as simple as good chocolate 

Inspired by real life experiences and Iggy Pop’s Lust For Life