I am not beautiful
When I am sad
Because my depression
Is not the pretty
Made for tv kind
It’s the kind
That keeps me in bed
All day and night
Not able to get up
But also unable to sleep
The kind that means
I didn’t take a shower
Or bath all week
Because I couldn’t
Even put in that small amount of effort
It’s not the kind
That people want to see
To take artsy photos of
That could just be fixed
If only I could be happier
It’s the kind that means
I’ll be up all night again
And I’ll have bags under my eyes
And I won’t put on makeup
Because I just can’t do anything
And I can’t make myself study
Or do any work at all
Because my mind
Just can’t stop thinking
About everything and nothing
The kind that brings up
All of the memories
That I try to forget
And that try to **** me
Or maybe that’s just me
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
I am not beautiful
When I am sad
Because my depression
Is not the pretty
Made for tv kind
It’s the kind
That keeps me in bed
All day and night
Not able to get up
But also unable to sleep
The kind that means
I didn’t take a shower
Or bath all week
Because I couldn’t
Even put in that small amount of effort
It’s not the kind
That people want to see
To take artsy photos of
That could just be fixed
If only I could be happier
It’s the kind that means
I’ll be up all night again
And I’ll have bags under my eyes
And I won’t put on makeup
Because I just can’t do anything
And I can’t make myself study
Or do any work at all
Because my mind
Just can’t stop thinking
About everything and nothing
The kind that brings up
All of the memories
That I try to forget
And that try to **** me
Or maybe that’s just me
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