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This whole depression thing
Is getting really old
Every day feels the same
Just another 24hr. time bomb
Tick-Tick-Ticking in my brain

Guilt;
Guilt for things I can't control
For being me
And not feeling whole-ly there

No one knows
I don't want them to
I can't be monitored
For everything I do
That's no way to live

I'm not harmful
To myself or others
Isn't that what most matters?
No one cares if I'm unhappy
So long as I'm not a threat

They'll throw pills down my throat
Call me good; Or good enough
Send me on my way
Piece of paper in my hand
With drugs that only they understand

I'm not really living
But at least I'm not dead

So bring it on
The Tick-Tick-Ticking of my bomb
Never going to explode
Just there to keep me in control
So I'm not a "burden" on this world.
~S.A.~