If my depression was a person,
They would show what goes on inside you.
They would tear you down and tell you that you are not worth it.
They'll say that you are stupid and ugly and that no one would care if you're gone.
They crave others' hurtful words and takes them to heart and then begins to turn your happy days to dark days.
Your proud moments to failures.
Your normal days to sad days...
They love others hurtful words...
"No one would care if you're gone".
You try to tell them "it's not true, that's a lie!"
"It's not a lie", they say
"You have NOBODY!"
"You are worth nothing! No one even notices you anyway"...
If my depression was a person,
I know for a fact that they would find your softest parts,
your weakest links...
and point at it,
drawing attention and digging a hole,
until you couldn't handle it anymore.
Until it makes you suffer as it has suffered.
If my depression was a person,
I wouldn't be here right now.
Yet, somehow, my depression was a person...
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
If my depression was a person,
They would show what goes on inside you.
They would tear you down and tell you that you are not worth it.
They'll say that you are stupid and ugly and that no one would care if you're gone.
They crave others' hurtful words and takes them to heart and then begins to turn your happy days to dark days.
Your proud moments to failures.
Your normal days to sad days...
They love others hurtful words...
"No one would care if you're gone".
You try to tell them "it's not true, that's a lie!"
"It's not a lie", they say
"You have NOBODY!"
"You are worth nothing! No one even notices you anyway"...
If my depression was a person,
I know for a fact that they would find your softest parts,
your weakest links...
and point at it,
drawing attention and digging a hole,
until you couldn't handle it anymore.
Until it makes you suffer as it has suffered.
If my depression was a person,
I wouldn't be here right now.
Yet, somehow, my depression was a person...
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