Dearest Depression, 

You make me feel empty inside

My organs full of air

The closest thing to weightlessness I'll ever know. 

And it's funny sometimes too

How all you ever do

Is make me feel like I shouldn't even care.

About school

About life

About any dreams, I've ever had

You make me feel bad about feeling bad. 

But still, I persevere

The pill bottle stay closed

I cry only in the comfort of my own home. 

You're the monster under the bed

The demon in my head

But it's okay.

Feeling normal is a luxury

Feeling happy is a dream

And all that sorrow

And all those tears

Got me through my teenage years.

I've made it here

I'll make it there

I will not try and stall.

I'm joyful

I'm crying

It doesn't make a difference. 

I don't care about anything at all.

See you soon, 

Lauryn