Some days I'm happy-go-lucky.
Some days I go out with friends.
Some days I hope will never end.
Some days are different.
Some days I spend all in bed.
Some days I'm trapped inside my own head.
Some days my parents ask if I'm depressed.
I say "I'm fine, just tired."
My brain has expired.
Because now,
I'm tired of being tired.
YOU ARE READING
Depression Book
Short StoryTW if mental health stuff freaks you out. (There will be stuff about anxiety and other disorders as well.)
