When my sister told me she had depression I cried.
And Cried
And Cried
then i understood because i would too from everything we have gone through.
She makes me smile and laugh but also cry and fight with her.
She has some good days but somedays she has bad ones where she tells me its getting harder to get out of her bed or not to overdose but even though she might think i dont pay attention to her or watch or listen is very small i look up to her, She is 1 in a million to me and very rare

As I sit here
With my headphones on
Listening to nothing
But the music playing
Into my ears
As my room stays quiet
I think about
Everything
Everything and anything
I think to much
I think too little
I think a lot
I don’t think enough

Can you see
That i'm not happy anymore?
Can you see
That I don't laugh anymore?
Can you see
That i'm always sad?
Can you see
That all I ever do is cry?
Can you see
That i'm not joyful anymore?
Can you see
That I don’t sing anymore?
Can you see  
That i'm not myself anymore?
Can you really see me?