& when my mom asks me "what's wrong?"
I just say I'm tired because I don't have the heart
To tell the lady that gave me life
That I don't want it anymore

The worst kind of sad is not being able to explain why.
                                                                           -Sincerely, Depression.

My parents warned me about the drugs in the street, but not the one
                with the big brown eyes and a heartbeat.

"My parents checked my grades,
Not my mental health
My parents told me I could talk to them
They didn't tell me what I could talk to them about,
My parents said they care,
They never said what they cared about
My parents said they love me
They never said which me."

"I'm not sure if I'm depressed.
                                      I mean I'm not sad
                                               But I'm not exactly happy either
  I can laugh and joke and smile
                                                        during the day,
but sometimes when I'm alone at night
                                                                I forget how to feel."