I don't know why I want to die
I try and try the whole damn time
But I know I still hate my life
There's something about being depressed
If I'm not busy, I'm sad
If I'm sad, I get tired.
When I'm tired I get worse.
Just for once I wish this would stop.
Just for once I don't want to hurt.
But there's this reason they call it an emotional cancer.
It's the simple fact that I still do.
I still hurt.
I still do.
I'm still sad.
I'm still broken.
I'm still depressed.
But do I want to be happy?
Then, yes.
I still do.
