Dearest Depression, You make
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