Dear diary,
Us,the sad, we are always looking for an excuse to stay this sad. Some people just don't understand us,how we could be sad with happy things.
Depression.
That's what keeps us sad. Even when the sun's shining, when birds are chirping,when we're laughing. It's this nagging thing, always reminding you when your mind isn't clouded, it'll be there.
Stop that smile
Keep the fake one on.
We look for excuses for our behaviour. Yes,we're sad over nothing ,people don't understand.
We look for excuses to be happy so people don't question the long sleeves in a sunny day, or the hand on your arm all the time. Make sure you laugh a lot, so you won't raise questions.
It's just another day.
Counting the minutes,
That eventually turn to hours,
To days,
To years,
To death.
It's just another day in depression.
