I'm not depressed. I'm not depressed. IM not depressed. IM NOT depressed. IM NOT DEPRESSED!!!! I yell while the stray tears fall down my face. It's true I'm not depressed. I'm sad, tired, restless, stressed, heartless, unhappy, and broken. The voices aren't helping either. But let's continue. What is depressed? Is it the gut feeling where it's just gone? Is it that pain I feel behind my eyes like someone is slowly pushing them out. Is it the feeling where no mater what you can't. You can't sleep, can't eat, can't focus, can't breath, can't feel, can't stop shaking. I can't stop them. The overwhelming memories I don't have, the guilt of not trying being my best, the hurt of being basic, the tears that are shed hiding in my closet because I can't let them see they hurt me. I'm not depressed. That's what you wanted to hear right? Your problems out do mine. It's ok. I didn't need to be happy you can have mine.
