I turn my head and drown my mind in thoughts that say everything is okay
When the sun comes up I feel dead and unappreciated to be living by the world that knows me
I feel the need to spend all my time around strangers in order to feel something
They say I look sad all the time
That makes me cringe because of all the muscles I have to move to create a smile...
and say "No Im fine!"

My pride means the world to me
and if I force myself to accept this,
the denial of my walking depression will disappear
and then the depression itself wont move,
itself would not be a thing.