I think you should know
that I am
clinically depressed.
I can tell on my own,
without a diagnosis.
it makes my thoughts too loud,
it invades my mind,
and it's way too dark when I close my eyes.
it's probably time to admit
that I am
clinically depressed.
I already know
that you're not
gonna give a shit.
it doesn't affect you,
so why should you bother with it?
I often sit here alone and cry,
really wishing that I knew why.
but who needs a reason
when you're clinically depressed?
I wish it was easier to be
unhappy
and I wish I could tell
all the people
who are scared of me
that I'm scared of me, too.
I know that depression is not all that I am,
but I never know what to say when they ask.
that's not a version of myself
that I always
want them to see,
but "clinically depressed" are the only two words
that will always
describe me.
it's hard to think about anything else,
really.
I am lonely.
I am stressed.
I am broken and bruised and practically hopeless.
I am playing a dangerous game,
and I am clinically depressed.
what else do you need to know?
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