Dear emotions and society

Four

Don't lie.

Don't try to understand, you won't.

Don't say you care, you don't.

Do not lie.

When you lie, it only kills me more.

Do not pity me, I don't need it.

I don't want it.

I don't want this.

I don't need this.

Why is it like this?

I became what I hated most.

A slave to society and I'm paying the price for it.

Depression.

Anxiety.

Stress.

Fear.

Love.

I'm scared of love.

Love can kill.

Love burns.

It stings.

It kills.

Some people dive straight into love.

Don't do it.

You should fear love.

Depression has become me.

Who am I?

I don't know anymore.

Who are you?

Are we all wearing a mask, too afraid to be judged?

Do my eyes reveal how I feel?

Or have I done such a good job of hiding that you can't even tell by my eyes?

Do you just not care?

Can you care?

Can you act like it?

Just let me cry without being judged, please.

I have no one anymore.

I'm drowning in my own fear.

It's so hard to trust.

Excuse me

I forgot

My depression "isn't real."

So, go ahead and joke about it.

You'll regret it one day.