Dear Depression.
Dear Depression,
I want to share my collection
My collection of thoughts
Thoughts of the way my happiness rots
I wasn't always this way
When people ask if I am, “okay”
I smile and I say, “yes”
Yes, instead of making my life a total mess.
A mess of questions on how I am.
If some lady at, well, walmart ask if I am okay I’ll say, “yes, ma’am.”
Yes, because I can’t bring myself to say no.
I can not let anyone know
That inside I am not okay,
Ever since that one day that one day in may
That day they told me you were within me
Depression please just let me go free
They put me on antidepressants
Yet I still have remnants,
Remnants of your darkness
I had to become like an actress
Acting is if I am fine
I just want to resign!
Dear Depression,
This is not fun.
Sincerly,
Me
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