Where shall I go?
To a place where no lies
No fear
No hurt
No sorrow
And no pain follow
Where I will not be discouraged or oppressed
And here I stand
The front and in back
Here and there
I am everywhere
Nobody can hurt me
But me
Nobody can touch me
But me
Nobody can see me
But me
And I am the only one I can see
I can hurt me
I can love me
I can know me
I can hate me
What shall I choose?
It is up to no-one
But me

Society: "WHY don't you open up?"
                                      Because I'm afraid to tell people how I feel
                                       because it will destroy them, so I bury it deep
                                                   inside myself where it can destroy me.

"DON'T worry it's just a phase."
                                             So 3 am is just a phase, I've been sad for
                       years don't tell me it gets better. With depression, I'm
                                                          being murdered by my own mind.

"WHY don't you let your feels out?"
              Because I hate when people have to see me cry, because I'm
     suppose to be that strong person but at the same time I hate how
                                  nobody notices how torn apart and broken I am.

"Don't worry, you're fine."
                                                   So it hurts but it's okay.. I'm used to it?
                                           The only thing more exhausting than being
                depressed is pretending that you're not, but WHY can you
                                                not understand the hell inside my head?

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"
                                               I could say no one asked, but even if you
                                                                ­                   did, did you really?

"She sang in greek,
And prayed in latin
So she can ache in a language so old that even
the earth no longer remembers;
                                   so dead
that it has returned to dust."

Someone once said that
  Being asked "Why are you depressed? Life is beautiful!"
     Is like saying "Why do you have asthma? There is so much air!"
       Depression is not "I feel sad because..."
          Depression is "I can't feel happy"
              I think I'm afraid to be happy
                 Because whenever I get too happy,
                    Something bad happens and
                       It's like they care, but then in reality,
                                They don't.