My mom told me that I could do anything I put my mind to
But when I try, I end up with the flu. Depression keeps me in chains that I can never escape from
And I have to sit and watch people have better lives than I do. People ask me if I'm okay, and I say yes
Even though that's a big fat lie.
I'm afraid of letting my bottle of emotions leak
because the second I do, it would fill back up again with hatred. I'm stuck in the sea of dark thoughts
and I don't have anyone to be my lighthouse to guide me out.
My sadness blinds me with shadows that block out the happiness in my life. It doesn't help that everyone keeps hating on me because of one stupid thing
I want to tell them to f*** off, but that will only make it worse. I don't know how long I can keep doing this
I don't know how long 'till it's over
I don't know if anyone will help me. But I know for a fact I won't give up on myself
even when in the darkest moments.
