Depression is an endless ocean
Its me wandering my 9 x 12 foot kitchen relentlessly
Sleeping in till noon, covers over my head
Wondering how I got back to this place
I’ve visited here many times before
But I never intended on staying
It’s me playing a million scenarios in my head when I don’t get a message back,
I shouldn’t care but I do,
Depression is me putting makeup on everyday just to feel semi normal
I’m not normal so how’s the makeup going to help
It’s me staring in the mirror, second guessing
There’s that feeling again, Hopeless, doubt, loneliness?
No, sadness. Hello my friend,
It’s been a while since I’ve felt you this bad,
It’s me sitting on my front step at 230 in morning listening to music while I cry
And then yell at myself for not being strong
It’s repetitive, I’m shaky, I’m out of control
Just stare at the wall, why can’t you smile
Just fake it, FAKE IT. You’ve done it before
Fuck You depression, you’re not welcome anymore.