Why are people also with depression the most criticising?
Always fucking terrorising
Maybe you have a different type
We're all battling different fights
You suffer just like I do
But you don't feel chained to your bed
You manage to go outside
But what's going on inside your head?
I lie all day crying unexplained tears
Paranoia about facing my fears
I've been like this now for many years
7 to be specific, it grinds my gears
That's just how long I've been diagnosed
It started long before, when I began to get bullied
Therapy once a week was my dose
Now that's over, I've not to worry
Or have I?
Just because the therapy stopped, it doesn't mean I'm better
I still feel sometimes that I want to die
This is.. my revelation letter.
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