Depression isn’t true, my dear
Depression isn’t real.
It’s just a silly tragedy
You’ve forced yourself to feel.
Anxiety is fake, my friend
You wonder why it’s there.
But others have it worse than you!
Stop forming false despair.
Cutting is dramatic, love,
It’s ugly, and it’s dumb.
Why not just get over it?
Is the attention fun?
Suicide is stupid, dear,
And selfish, if I may.
Get over yourself, darling,
Can you hear these things I say?
Why aren’t you replying, love?
Oh, where could you have gone?
I never meant to hurt you, love,
Did I say something wrong?
Why aren’t you replying, dear
Dear Depression,
When did you start?
To be honest I don't really know, but I do know I am ready for you to leave.
You make me overeat and want to do nothing but sleep.
I am sad all the time.
I'm scared.
I have no where to go.
I have no where to run.
I wish I could go back to the times when I still had fun.
You make me yell.
You make me cry.
You make me want to forget about life.
I use to have so much to live for.
I had so much ambition.
Now I keep these feelings hidden because I fear people will only think I want attention.
Depression you are not my friend.
Go back to where you came from.
You are not w
Depression is an ocean,
unpredictable and unwavering.
Its depths are deep.
Its Highs are shallow.
Depression is the sky,
amazing and determined.
Its depths reach our soul.
Its highs touch the heavens.
Depression is the sun,
Mysterious and huge.
Its depths are unimaginable.
Its Highs wish to swallow the earth.
Depression is...me...is it you?