No, depression is not just getting sad.
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Ignorant people.
Just.
Like.
You.
Dont pretend you know,
How I feel inside,
Dont pretend to know,
What goes on in my mind,
You dont know who I am,
You dont even try,
You dont know who I am,
Or how much I cry,
How easy it would be,
To escape this life,
To set myself free,
I could always use a knife,
Or a pill or some fire,
To bring down this house,
A rope or a Bath,
Would make me quiet as a mouse,
So dont say that you know,
What goes on in my head,
The monsters dont show,
Just hide under my bed,
You drive me away,
With all the things that you do,
All the things that you say,
Just push me further from you,
Further and further,
Down this black hole,
Tha
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