The thing with depression,
is that it's always there.
So angry,
so lost all the time,
thinking that you're getting better,
but because you're so sensitive,
something happens...
and you slip again.
You slip into your world of isolation,
hating everyone,
because they don't understand.
You're not broken,
just...
weak,
yet so angry.
No one else is there for you.
You want to scream,
and cry,
and run,
and just all-together faint.
To never wake up.
You want to be loved,
but be completely left alone.
You're stubborn;
difficult.
No amount of words can describe how you feel,
so just fall.
Fall and waste away.
Because no one is gonna tell you that they
will always be there for you.
When you're sad ALL the time,
they're not gonna care.
Take care of yourself,
'cause no one else is gonna do it for you.
Ya,
you're pathetic.
But that's because you're making yourself.
Grow up,
and don't diagnose yourself with something.
This is what the world is...
depressing.
