Do you have any idea what it’s like?
To live every day, not knowing what day it is,
Because you just don’t care?
Because you are numb, you feel nothing….
Depression is not what people are telling you…
It’s not just a sadness, it’s more a feeling of nothingness
You smile and laugh, you feign happiness
But in reality you feel nothing,
You just know that is what you are supposed to do
And the last thing you want, is someone asking about it
So you just keep being a fake, and you survive
You lose track of the days
Because time goes by so slow when you can’t feel a thing
You feel as if you shouldn’t even exist
You feel as though nobody notices you anyway
What’s the point to living when you aren’t really alive?
You keep asking that question
But you never have an answer
You never will have an answer
But you keep moving forward anyway
Till you reach the day where you’ve had enough
You stop listening to what everyone else has to say
You make that one final choice of your depression
Do you just give up and end it all, end the suffering?
Or do you choose to just start believing in yourself?