I've had so much happen
I get hurt a lot.
By little things.
I feel rejected a lot
By people I know that do care.
Sometimes I think they don't.
Just when I think it m not depressed anymore
I end up on the floor
Silently crying
And thinking about everything I've done wrong
And everyone I miss
And how I look.
But I'll get better.
It'll be fine
I'll be fine.
I have things that make me happy
Like art
And writing
And my friends
I'm pretty good.
I think I'm cute sometimes
I miss when everything was easy as hell
