Depression · 1:12pm May 3rd, 2019
I don't smile,
I don't laugh,
I don't care about life,
I don't think about tomorrow,
Every day is just another that is borrowed.
Anxiety is always surging,
My stomach is always purging and twisting,
My thoughts are always kept high but my head is hung down low,
I don't want this pain anymore,
Misery is aplenty,
I just want to get out of here.
Don't lie to me,
I see it in your eyes, the fact that you are scared of me,
I know not why, and it makes me cry,
Sometimes, like the part of me that still lives, I want to stay, but the depression gets in my way like a parasite.
At times, I want my life to stop so I can escape and crawl away for good, be the ant that others made me out to be,
Finally be at peace.
Don't cry for me,
I'm already dead and gone.
I’m sorry
Is...everything alright?
Are you ok duder?
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I'll live.
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do you need to talk about it?
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Yea dude, we're all here for you... you know what right?