4am Thoughts

There Isn't Always a Reason

I'm depressed.

Why?

Well that's the thing about depression there isn't always a why.

There isn't always a reason

But there is always a burning. An aching. A hole. A longing to just be gone and done with all of this bullshit.

Some may say my life is great but then why don't I feel great

It doesn't matter how good things are going there's still a constant lingering

A constant lingering of hopelessness

A constant hope to just be done.

I say I'm fine but I'm not

I say I'm fine because I don't want to burden others with my depression

But honestly my depression is burdening me.