They ask, “How are you doing?”
But what they mean is “Are you over it
yet?”
My lips say. “Fine, thanks”
But my eyes tell a different story.
My heart sings a different tune.
And my soul just weeps.
Sad hurts but it is a healthy feeling.
It is a necessary thing to feel.
Depression is very different.
The worst part about depression.
People who do not have it
They just do not get it.
I feel like I cannot open up to my
friends about my anxiety and depression
Because they will think I just want
attention
I am ready to die.
I am not suicidal and I do not want to
take my own life
But I am just ready for it to be over
I feel like I have nothing to fight for
Does that make sense?
