Its happening again.
I can't breath.
I need help,
I'm drowning in a sea of depression,
and I can't save myself this time.
I've already given up.
Maybe you should just give up on me,
I'm already a lost cause.
Everyone has a talent in this world,
or so they say.
I must be good at nothing,
because I have no talents.
Jealousy is knocking at my door,
I wish I could do half of the things you could,
but I can't.
I'll never be as gifted,
or kind as you are.
When I'm gone, everyone will be sad.
For a couple days, at max.
Then, they'll move on,
they'll for forget about me.
So will you.
That's just the circle of life.
Depression is a constant cycle,
once you think you've escaped,
it drags you back,
so it can torture you even longer.