I no longer dread the question that nobody knows how to answer
Because instead of hiding my emotions behind a wall of lies I speak the truth
Instead of telling them I feel fine I tell them that I don’t want to breath anymore
And I can’t help but scoff when they tell me I have so much to be grateful for

They don’t know me
I hate how people assume

They tell me that I should be grateful for my parents
But my parents are why I run on anti-depressants
And it’s not because of what they did but what they didn’t do
Those pills I take are because my mom died in front of me
Those pills I need are because my dad ran away from me
Those pills I live on are because my brother is the only family I have left, and no matter how much I love him he always hates me

I was told to be grateful for my friends
But my friends are why I get so drunk I can’t even find the floor
And its not because they ignore me, but because my only friends suicide, depression and sadness keep pounding on my door
Depression keeps telling me that life would be better if I give up trying to avoid him
Sadness keeps trying to tell me that I would breath easier if I stopped running away from him
Suicide keeps telling me that I won’t have to deal with Depression or Sadness if I just listened to him

I was told I should try to be happy more
But its gotten to the point where I’ve cried so hard I can’t even cry anymore
I mean you can’t blame someone who doesn’t have anything to be grateful for