Depression is not in my head
It’s real
It’s a part of me
It has consumed all my happiness and all of my joy
I am a miserable person
I’m not happy
I haven’t been for a while
I put on a fake smile and try to fool all of you, and you know what?
It works
You all think I’m so happy, and I have my life all put together
When really I look death in the eyes, and smile.

I feel it creeping back up
The loneliness gives it away
The thought of always dying
Looks pretty good today

I kinda wanna die
I kinda wanna cry
But I’m kinda gonna lie
And say I'm kinda fine

I can hear it.
The slight sound of whispers.
They are quiet,
but not to quiet.
They are loud,
but not to loud.
They are constant.
Never ending.