They think I'm "fixed"
because of therapy, treatment
funny, depression isnt just some skit
it's an illness, and no, it doesn't end.

Silly you, you think I'm fine
you're outside my walls
can't cross this line
happy on the outside
Inside I'm aching to die.

I have no where to go
No one to turn to
No ear is listening, no open arms
I don't know what to do

Everyone is busy in their lives
How selfish to ask to put hault
Why are you depressed
It is something you did, it is your fault

I am not alone
Physically
But it feels like I have no one
Basically

I want to scream
I want to shout
But that isn't okay
Don't put your feelings out

Am I misunderstood
Doesn't anyone get me
Do you hear
Can you hear my plea

Just out me out
My misery
No more pain, no more sadness
Set my soul free

They're all moving on.
Better lives,
Better them.

I'm happy,
for them.

Yet I can't help,
but despair.

Who's gonna pull me out?

None but I.

But for the life of me,
I can't bring myself to.

Help,
for I'm sinking deeper.

Help,
for I can't help myself.

Help,
for this self-pity to end.

None that knows this misery,
for it'll be they who hurt.

Enough that I'm the only,
left in a destructive shell.

Time after time,
I thought I'm moving,
finally,
to a peaceful,
healthier life.

Time and again,
I fall back,
into this pit of darkness,
as though screaming,
yet unheard.

It hurts,
to know none bother,
Or notice.

I beg,
for the day of eternal release.