People change people grow up
But right now I just say fuck
Because you don't want me to change
You don't want me to grow up
I say I'm changing you say I'm stuck
You like the old me who was happy all the time
But then depression just cut that line
You want me to go back
You want that girl again
It's like I'm the paper
And you the pen
You say change this change that
Your just a little brat
What you don't like my hair
You don't like my clothes
Oh you don't like those
YOU ARE READING
My Depression thoughts
Non-FictionDepression, my thoughts, triggering, this is stuff in my head and I needed to get it out somehow I don't post frequently so
