When I eat I feel sick to my stomach. Don’t you love it? When you’re down and hurting, these “friends” just watch and sit.
But when they are in pain, you run to care. This isn’t fair. They see you crying but they don’t talk to you, they wouldnt dare... So these emotions attack you viscously just like a bear.  
You’re heart is broken in a million pieces. They come into your life and take a a piece so your heart decreases... They complain about you not having a heart, so your anger releases.
You hide in your room silently crying... Inside, you feel like you’re dying. But outside, you don’t dare show the pain, so you start smiling.
These emotions you have are crazy. Inside, your mind is hazy. You have no motivation to do anything, they call you lazy.
You feel so alone. You feel unknown. Your depression is your chaperone. You feel like you’re on your own.
Now you’re drinking till you black out. Hoping your feelings will be shutout. Depression and anxiety is playing a game, there is no timeout.
You just want to end this pain. Your head is pounding, causing a migraine. You just want to be sane. So you start smoking the Mary Jane.
It doesn’t work. Now you’re acting like a ****. To others that’s a quirk.
These voices won’t shut up. They callin you a **** up. Now you’re crying, in your throat is a lump.
You can’t hold it in. You feel like a sin. You try your best, but you can never win. Now you’re on your knees yelling, “when!?”
“When will I be happy!? Why do I always feel ******!? Why am I a nobody!?”
You feel weak. Happiness is what you’re trying to seek. Tears are streaming down your cheek.
You can’t do this anymore. What is there to live for? You try to fight, it’s like a war.
A never ending war....