They say,
"Oh but you seem happy... could you really have depression"?
I will not wear my depression on the outside, to comfort your disbelief
For it has already destroyed every cell of me internally, it is a happiness thief
Gribbed every inch of my personality and changed me into its idea of miserable beauty

A twisted beast that ricochets off fragile ribs
Tears through these organs, feasts on my energy in exchange for exhaustion
And yet comforts me "let's just stay in bed today, what could the world offer you that I can't provide right here"