The center of my universe had been thrown out of orbit.
I feel like everything is caving in.
Life has become dull and meaningless.
Little things affect me more than ever before.

Today my friend said "all you need is love".
I laughed and said all you need is air.
He looked at me strangely but didn't reply.
I wondered what I had said wrong.

Sometimes all I want to
do is get in my car
drive down the highway
and wrap myself around a tree.

I could never do it though.
Every time I picture doing it,
I see my family at my funeral
and I can't go through with it.

Sometimes I feel happy and life
is great but then my
depression kicks in full force
and I see the world for how it really is.

The world is a terrible and scary place.
****, ******, Racism.
Behind every corner something
is lurking, waiting to spring.

All my life I've known I was different.
I knew I wasn't pretty or smart.
I can write and get good grades, but
that doesn't mean I'm anything worth value.

But then the happy times stick their foot in
the door and remind me that I am worth something.
I am a wonderful person and I have a reason to live.
I can change someone's life or help change the world.

I am not very good looking,
I'm not super smart,
but I am me
and that means something.