I was in fourth grade
When a train hit me
It tore me apart
It left pieces of me behind
My weaknesses were visible
My bruises were poked at
My cuts were drenched in alcohol

It hit me into the deep end of a pool
The chlorine stung my eyes
Chains wrapped around my body
They dragged me to the bottom
I tried to get rid of them
I tried to take them off
I tried to pull myself up
But after a while I gave up

I watched the people around me
They were free
They were in the water
But they were free
They didn't bear the curse of chains
They didn't get dragged down
They didn't help me up
Instead they stared
They stared and stared and stared and stared and stared and stared
Eventually they started pointing
They started laughing
They started to tell me that my pain was fake
They told me that I was doing this for attention
They told me that I had everything
They told me that I had no reason to feel the way I did

I tried to fight back
I tried to tell them that they were wrong
I tried to explain
I tried and I tried and I tried and I tried and I tried
But they didn't listen
They turned the tables
They said I was wrong
They said there's nothing wrong
They said there's nothing to be sad about

They never helped
They never listened
They never gave me a reason to feel happy
They just bathed in their freedom
They soaked in the glory of their no chains no train life

Now I sit at the bottom
I bath in my captivity
I soak in my all chains yes train life

I am scared
I am nervous
I am angry
I am upset
I am overwhelmed
I am full
I am tired
I am sick
I am nauseous
I am dizzy
I am hurting
Yet all I can say is I am fine

When in reality
I
Am
Depressed