I know I'm damaged,
don't remind me.
I'll never be whole
at least I don't think so.

To be whole
I'd have to forgive.
I don't know
If I'll ever be able to.

Forgive everything that has happened
Forgive everyone that has wronged me

I don't think I can
I want to
I want to try to let go
But when I think I'm past it
When I think I'm going to be okay
Something happens
and brings me
back.

I work
and work
and work
so hard to not fall
to not fall into depression
to not let myself fall
but it's hard.

When you've been depressed
most of your life
it's hard to not be.

It's easier to give in
easier than working to be happy
because I have to work to be happy
I have to work to feel joy.
I don't think
that's how it should be.

I know no one cares
whether I am happy or not
they ask
I lie
it's dropped.

No work required
when no one cares.