The difference with you, sadness
You are the extreme loneliness or madness
You are temporary, and you can be thrown away
Once the circumstances change, you fade away
The difference with you, anger
You are the height of any issues and murders
You make them impulsive
You absolutely love it when they get abusive
The difference with you, attention seeking
You often deceive, telling everyone that everything's depressing
You urge them to mislead them, you want them to think depression is foolish
You find your peace when they get all the attention you have wished
The difference with all of you, I'm what they called "depression."
A mental disorder which seeks medical assistance
None of these changes can me go away in an instance
I make them turn their backs to their healthy lifestyle
And push them to an irregular and abusive lifestyle
Not everyone who I possess, slit their wrist
Some of them can actually resist
I never gave them the chance to articulate my causes
That is why people call them nuisances
The others think it's just feeling and temporary
No, I'm not, I'm real and far more than ordinary
I do deceive people by making them do happy things
That is why others tell them what to feel and do, saying it's nothing
Not all people whom I hold onto right now
Recognize my existence because I keep it low
I'm not sadness, anger nor attention seeking
I'm something you have to pay attention to because I'm not joking.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
The difference with you, sadness
You are the extreme loneliness or madness
You are temporary, and you can be thrown away
Once the circumstances change, you fade away
The difference with you, anger
You are the height of any issues and murders
You make them impulsive
You absolutely love it when they get abusive
The difference with you, attention seeking
You often deceive, telling everyone that everything's depressing
You urge them to mislead them, you want them to think depression is foolish
You find your peace when they get all the attention you have wished
The difference with all of you, I'm what they called "depression."
A mental disorder which seeks medical assistance
None of these changes can me go away in an instance
I make them turn their backs to their healthy lifestyle
And push them to an irregular and abusive lifestyle
Not everyone who I possess, slit their wrist
Some of them can actually resist
I never gave them the chance to articulate my causes
That is why people call them nuisances
The others think it's just feeling and temporary
No, I'm not, I'm real and far more than ordinary
I do deceive people by making them do happy things
That is why others tell them what to feel and do, saying it's nothing
Not all people whom I hold onto right now
Recognize my existence because I keep it low
I'm not sadness, anger nor attention seeking
I'm something you have to pay attention to because I'm not joking.
I hate it when people think I'm joking whenever I say, I have depression and anxiety
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