Understand
You don't understand,
You don't have to see,
The fight in my brain,
That's slowly killing me.
You don't understand,
You don't have to hear,
The voices in my head,
That whisper in my ear.
You don't understand,
You don't have to feel,
The way that I feel,
When I'm the one destroying me.
You don't understand,
You don't have to do,
The things that I do,
Just to survive.
And I wouldn't ask you to.
Because my brain,
Those voices,
Those feelings,
Those things I do.
All equal one thing in the end.
You will never understand,
As you walk down that isle,
As you stand opposite my coffin,
As you wonder why.
It all leads to the same place in the end.
It all leads to the hospital,
To the morgue,
To crying,
To being dead in the ground.
It all leads to the same place in the end
YOU ARE READING
To Be Depressed
Non-Fiction"If you think about being happy, you'll be happy." "Don't be so pessimistic!" "Everyone else can get through it, why can't you?" "Attention seeker!" You trying feeling like this then, if it's so easy... This is just my views on depression, a "taboo"...
