My depression is a person.
My depression is the voice that tells me every morning when I wake up to not get out of bed.
My depression is the person that asks me why I take so many pills in the morning when I know they won't help.
My depression is a person.
My depression is the lover who begs you to come back to bed every morning, only it's constant with depression.
My depression tells me to go to bed every chance it gets. I can barley get through my home work without my depression telling me go take a nap. Only to wake up and still feel tired.
And then it doesn't let me sleep.
I've been tired all day but depression says no let's not sleep,
My depression is a person.
My depression tells me to come to bed and sleep for hours on end, or tells me to not borther trying to sleep.
My depression makes me sad for no reason,
It makes me want to cry,
And I can't help because when I feel this way, I am not me,
I am my depression,
My depression is a person.
