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.

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

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