Why do we live?
Why do we die?
Why do we strive to live a lie?
We try to buy,
We try to fly,
We try to cry,
Then we learn to lie...

Depression is like my drug,
I indulge myself in it as I try to forget about my hopeless reality.
I am happy enough with myself to survive another day,
Maybe a week.
I love my family and their efforts,
Nut I don't understand why they keep on trying why they don't just give up,
I am no use to them all I cause is grief and war.
I do not want pity for I receive it from myself.

Love me,
Hate me for I do not care,
As long as you treat me fair, I said one day to a man,
"Ha!" Was what he said
"Treat you fair? We could care less about your hair."
I turned and saw a hare they petted it and treated it fair,
"Am I less then an animal?" I asked the unfair man,
His reply was,
"Yes."

I have a place I call my own,
I enter it every time I step out the door,
I create an image of my fantasy in the reality,
I am a proud outspoken person where you can't see what I have,
I am just like everybody else,
I have a label that defines me as normal and not as something else,
I am so happy when I visit this place,
I leave every time I go home,
To face the reality that defines me that makes me leave my world.

The possibilities are endless,
Unless your me,
I lye here alone in this empty cold room of depression,
I think I have a chance in hell to make something out of myself,
Maybe a *******, no that's setting my goals to high,
Maybe if I hope...
Why?

What is the point of life and everything in it, it you don't care anymore?
What is it?
Is it for the ***?
Is it for the love of life?
Is it to complete a cycle of life?
What is it?
Is it to have hope?
Is it to believe in something?
Is it to understand what something is?
What is it?
Is it just to be there?
Is it just to be here?
Is it just to be then?
Is it just to be now?
Is it just to be after?
Or is it just to die.

Why do I try to make people happy?
Why do I try to get my mother to appreciate my efforts?
Why do I try to care for what other people feel?
Why do I try to tell myself that I'm happy?
Why do I try to act like I am a proud person?
Why do I try anything?
Why do I try to live another day?
Why do I try to survive for the benefit of others?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Because I care...