I felt broken down in the tenth grade
With all the things people used to say
Whether it was my hair or outfits
I never really ever fit in
I never was very social
Being introverted was my main goal
Every little insult will come back to me
Tucked deep inside my head where no one can see
Depression is the real beast
It eats and gnaws and claws at me
For every step that I take I can feel it thunder through my veins
It starts in my head but runs through my body
Making me feel polluted and dirty
I need to move I tell myself but I can\'t carry this weight and I fall to the ground
making the noise that I dread
Hearing the pain ringing in my ears and head
I now know iv\'e been defeated
I try to convince myself this is everything iv\'e ever needed