Why do I still feel this way? In a depression I stay ******* joy out of life everyday I try to be happy trust me I do I just wish I could be happy as you Feeling numb and depressed nearly everyday Hoping and waiting for things to go my way
Fear I knew then it may be packed up breaking, me I lived but now I cannot it was fear punish me and make me miserable, I had a evil impulse take that and seek out now daylight and wander in search of my way
I walk around in this daze Everyday seems like a haze I’m wondering around trapped in a maze Is life a dream? Nothing around me feels real Reality is just sealed Every action I take is this really me Is this all I’m meant to be Or is life just a dream
I hate myself everyone says just remember a time when you loved yourself, you were happy and find those feelings again that would be nice and all but I don’t remember a time when I didn’t hate myself Even when I was younger I always complained about how I talked or walked or looked and many others So I don’t know what that’s like What’s it like to love yourself?