There is a difference between depression and just being upset.
You see people want to state they are “depressed” because they want something they can’t get.
Depression is the feeling of unbearable sadness,
It’s the feeling of being worthless.  
The feeling that they don’t care ,
Just because your issues can’t compare.
When you have depression you can’t look at your self in the mirror,
Depression is when the feeling of happiness is so unfamiliar,
It’s like not knowing the difference between a victim and a killer.
See kids want to say they are depressed because they don’t get what they want.
Depression isn’t something people want to flaunt.
Depression is being to scared to tell someone because you’re scared of judgment.
You start to become dormant,
Because you think that they won’t ask cause you’re not important.
But when they ask you say you’re tired.
All because depression has you ******* like a jail bird.

Oh how you were my kryptonite.
When ever I was with you it was like falling in love all over again on sight.
But some how I always seemed to find my self in a fight,
Not just with my friend but with you.
See I stuck around for so long because it was familiar,
But I couldn't find out why everything seemed so similar.
I saw you with those girls but couldn't build up the strength to leave,
Because the way you knew how to use your words to deceive me were truly and utterly disgraceful.
And to even put the confronting words in my mouth was distasteful.
I didn't want to believe that you were with other girls,
Just like the way my mom didn't want to believe my dad was sleeping with those girls in his garage.
But she still put that smile up like it was camouflage.
She wore that painful smile and that image of my dad with other women like a corsage,
The one my father never offered to give her but instead gave her and a bouquet of lies,
Which she took because she felt like that's what she deserved from guys.
Because that was the love her parents implanted in her mind.
So when she looked for love in my father there was none to find.
But like did she know love had a cousin and it's name was lust,
And for her that was close enough to trust.
Because she was taught that lust was close enough to love.
Even through the push and shove he gave her.
So when she stuck around just like her mother did what do you think the daughter saw?
There's the resemblance in the boy I loved.
Except it was the words that shoved.
It was the mental and verbal abuse that killed me gradually.
And now I see you in my dreams randomly.
And I don't know if it's cause I still love you or I love what we had.
But our love was just a fad, which makes me sad,
Because now I'll I have left of you is the dreams.

As they sit and feel the tears stream down their face like the running faucet
At this point with all the thoughts in their head they've felt like they've lost it
Because the bubbles are just a near image of their life,
When you look at it from the distance they are beautiful and fun but after a while they die.
But as they sit in that water there's that split second where they can just slip into the water and end it all.
All the pain and suffer,
All the judgement and lack of acknowledgement.
In that split second they could end it all just like you can end the bath by pulling the drain stop.
See the bubbles are perfect to the persons standards but your life isn't.
They tell you to talk like a "women" but don't ever break don't ever break down like one or you have no back bone.
They want you to dress like a 1950s house wife as society tells you to dress like a stripper on holt.
They make the standards to where you can't reach them,
They make them so you question wether you are like the rest and if you're not then you're nothing,
Nothing representing the food on a fat girls plate,
Because society tells her if shes not skinny then she is worthless.
Worthless like the skinny girl imagines her self because she's not curvy like other girls,
Because they know that's what society says will find them happiness.
So those girls go home and sit in the bath make little patterns in there arms because the pain brings them back to reality.
Because the only thing that society can't change is the blood in there skin,
So they sit and stair thinking wow she , the one that had this blood I miss her,
But she's to far gone because society drowned her in the bath tub.
Along with the lifeless zombie society created as she watched the rivers of red flow because she couldn't reach society's standards.
But guess what, the bubbles lasted a bit longer than her life in that tub.