Will my mind be at peace?
Will the pain end soon?
Will I ever get the help I desperately want
But protest and refuse?
Everyone’s rooting for me
But it seems I’ve lost my path.
What’s the point of living,
When I can’t even accept my past?
I boast about finding your own happiness
And sealing that small crack
But every step I take sends me right back.
I feel as though I have no one
So I cry myself to sleep.
I feel unwanted by my own family,
My friends probably don’t care
To listen to my weeps.
I feel so alone with only my tears.
Maybe that’s the anxiety
Or maybe it’s just facts.
All I know is I’m too young to feel so sad.
I’ve never been abused or harmed
It’s honestly really silly.
I may not come from a perfect family
But it’s a family nonetheless.
I’m surrounded by so much joy and life
Yet it’s hard to appreciate any of it
When you’re depressed.