Why?
Why do I feel the way I do?
Why do I cry all the time, become the angriest person I've ever known or starve myself for days?
Tell me why.
What is wrong with me?
This isn't normal.
Is it?
Am I sick?
Tell me why.
Tell me why I hate myself.
Or why I hate to bathe myself.
Or why I'd rather sit in a bath tub all day than communicate with any human being.
These feelings don't make any sense.
But no one seems to understand.
Tell me why.
Tell me why no one seems to care.
Or want to help.
Or believe me.
Am I crazy?
Someone please.
Just..
Tell me why.
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Depression And My Life
PoetryThis will be an ongoing series about my life and depression and anxiety and the way I am handling things.