Depression Is My Kryptonite

I Know

I've felt what you've felt and baby I know.
I usually just sit there and let my mind wander, it takes off with out me and I just stare off in space. My friends, however, never look at my face and see the joyous pain. I'm starting to think that I was meant to be insane. If I weren't I wouldn't be me and you wouldn't be you and we would never be us. I feel more like myself when I give into the madness as you're starting to know. I feel more myself when I just accept the sadness that comes with my growth. These words are starting not to make since, I can hear that when I write them, but this is what it's like in my mind. This brain wouldn't be so creative and wild and I wouldn't have made up what I lack in beauty with my creativity. This world isn't perfect and neither am I. My words don't need to rhyme for that to make sense to me. I'm starting to realize that there are gifts that come with the curse and that's what configures our worth. Fear is rightful with these, but at some point I just let it be. My problems have given me many opportunities to change my ways and yet I never realize, however this world is starting to feel even more like mine. Don't be afraid, just take my hand; we can run away to the distant Wonderland. For we obviously weren't meant to be in this place, it has disapproved of our race. However, there are others like us and I think that they just might surprise us. Being alone and just letting my mind take a break from the hiding has let me piece together what I think. Those without mental battles don't deserve to be able to hide behind their facade, while we need those for protection of sorts. Please, stop troubling your mind by believing that you should be "normal" when that's not even a thing anymore. I am lost in the insanity and psychotic wards now and I have stopped trying to hide. For I have been awaiting your presence in this fairytale land that I know we can be happy in.