Depression is a *****, but **** when she teams up with social anxiety your world starts crushing down.
You feel like **** or nothing at all and you can't tell a single soul because you are basically... terrified.
Why would you "bother" someone with your "petty" problems, you don't wanna be a "burden".
Why would they "bother" with your whining.
So you close the doors,and sit in darkness all alone growing nothing but hatred towards yourself.
You hate yourself and you wonder why would someone give you even the slightest hint of love when...
WHEN EVEN YOU DON'T LOVE YOURSELF!
As much as you'd like to,you "think" you're too ****** up to be loved so you don't let yourself be loved, even more.
You want to have friends, but you "can't".
You want to be in a relationship but you "can't".
You want to be helped, but you "can't".
You want to smile, but you "can't".
You just have this expression on your face that resembles something you remember as a smile.
You wear that because you "think" you are not worth it, you "don't" deserve to be happy.
This is what depression does, it eats you alive because...
Depression is a *****, but **** when she teams up with social anxiety your world starts crushing down.
You feel like **** or nothing at all and you can't tell a single soul because you are basically... terrified.
Why would you "bother" someone with your "petty" problems, you don't wanna be a "burden".
Why would they "bother" with your whining.
So you close the doors,and sit in darkness all alone growing nothing but hatred towards yourself.
You hate yourself and you wonder why would someone give you even the slightest hint of love when...
WHEN EVEN YOU DON'T LOVE YOURSELF!
As much as you'd like to,you "think" you're too ****** up to be loved so you don't let yourself be loved, even more.
You want to have friends, but you "can't".
You want to be in a relationship but you "can't".
You want to be helped, but you "can't".
You want to smile, but you "can't".
You just have this expression on your face that resembles something you remember as a smile.
You wear that because you "think" you are not worth it, you "don't" deserve to be happy.
This is what depression does, it eats you alive because...
Depression is a *****...
And so is overthinking...
I dunno if this is a poem really, but I like how it turned out.
