im so sick of crying im not my usual self and im sick of trying im not okay i havent been for a long time but no one seems to notice anyways im sorry im a broken thing im sorry i disappointed you depression is my soul mate here ill show u the ring i hate my life there i said it i guess im ungrateful but i live in constent stife i know im ruining myself but with the irreversible mess im in i really dont care im as functional as a crooked shelf my body is rejecting me well get in line cause it seems everyone else is this isnt how i wanted it to be its not fair i had everything.... then suddenly nothing i didnt realize i was that hard to bare depression is my lover hes my only constent he helps me put on the mask i use as a cover i am not in a good place im can no longer apologize you hurt me and now u cant even look at my face i'm sorry i hurt you all i didnt mean to i assure u ,it hurt me more its months later and i still bawl i lost everyone i lost myself i lost the battle congrats you and depression won