Depression is a hidden demon
I laugh, I smile, I love, I have a good time.
The differance is,
When there's nothing happening,
People feel bored -
I feel empty.
There's no reason for it,
So i attatch myself to pain
Because then when i get hurt,
Atleast i know why.
Or i'll try to explain it
"It's because of the girl"
"It's because im home sick"
At the end of the day,
It's all just chemicals in my brain.
Doing anything drains me -
Being normal is a full time job.
It doesn't matter what I do,
I will never be satisfied in life.
So why even get out of bed?
Why work harder for less?
Maybe some of us wheren't ment for happiness.
Maybe some of us missed out on natural selection.
Maybe Chester had a point.