Stay inside it says they hate you it says why even try?
My answer is as vague as my mind I don't know but I need to try I crawl out of the cell that is my bed and my room the jailhouse I look in the mirror eww you'll never find anyone why don't you try hard enough I see the the black under my eyes I see red in my eyes from the tears and the cracks along my lips I put on my cloths one shoes two shoes I say I can do this I whisper so soft I can barely hear myself no you can't. It yells it get louder and louder NO YOU CAN'T NO NO NO!
Yes I can I put music I can relate too it gives me hope to live another day I try makeup with the help of my mother I get a haircut that I actually like and I like what I see I hang out with my friends more no red eyes I tell people other than my therapist how I am feeling and the dark under my eyes leave I can sleep now I don't feel lonely any more I feel pretty and that bitch depression goes away for now.
