I rember the first song I wrote when I was about 7 it went something like this...

Theres a hole in my shoe and I dont know what to do
I'm sitting here and its getting late
where are you friend? And how come you're gone
when theres a hole in my shoe and I cant find you.

And now on a similar note I found a poem that I wrote the other day and it reminded me of how depressed I could be but the funny thing is, when I write these things I'm not down at the time it seems to come from a place where I've been but only remember....

Pressed hands
cradled head
this headache wont go away
it seems stuck to my brain
it is hurting me
held hidden pain
closed curtains
simmering darkness
time travelled but lost
time breathed but dead
my head, oh, my head
pounding silence
stirs the agony
hurtful noise glows around me
sticky pain lodged to me
clogging me, mocking me
and I turn yet again
but still it wont go away
and I turn yet again
where to?
but curtained time