Opening Up About Depression
When you finally tell someone
You hate yourself
They don’t understand
I’m sorry they’ll say
While reaching for your hand
It’s kind of like being in a heavy metal band
Something is constantly screaming at you
Telling you, you’re better off dead
When you’re all there
You know you’re okay
Everything is alright
It’s not the end
But on those days
When you’re simply
Gone
You think people would carry on
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
Opening Up About Depression
When you finally tell someone
You hate yourself
They don’t understand
I’m sorry they’ll say
While reaching for your hand
It’s kind of like being in a heavy metal band
Something is constantly screaming at you
Telling you, you’re better off dead
When you’re all there
You know you’re okay
Everything is alright
It’s not the end
But on those days
When you’re simply
Gone
You think people would carry on
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