Depressed beyond repair
I sit here
Listening to every word you have to say
I fake a smile
And force a laugh to escape my lungs
You think I'm happy
You think I'm okay
She must be fine if she's smiling
Right?
No.
Inside my heart is breaking
Shattering into a million pieces
While I smile
I'm thinking about being better off dead
Everyone's lives would be better that way
No one would miss me
No one would cry
These are the things I think of
Whilst you sit there
Thinking that I'm fine
I'm ok
I'll be fine
Words I say to get you to leave me alone
I put my earbuds in
Even if there is no music
Hoping no one will talk to me
I put my hood up
To hide the face people laugh at
My heart has become a million puzzle pieces
People use me to put me back together
Just to break me once again
And that's when it hits
When I'm breaking
Sitting in a corner crying
Contemplating if I should leave
That's when it hits
That I am
Depressed beyond repair
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