Even if I don’t want to say it— I’m depressed—I’m sad—I pretend but I'm tired
I’m tired of feeling the emptiness inside my chest—inside my head
Yet this regrettably dark feeling in my soul
I feel heavy
Every day is long
Every day is dark
I’m just going because I have to
I don’t want to get out of bed
I hate leaving my bed
Why
What’s the point
Life barely has any joy
I’m sad
I’m so fucking sad
I’m not myself
No one notices
New things don’t excite me
I don’t want to go out
I will rather be sleeping
Or alone
I don’t want to be alone but when I’m with others I’m miserable
I used to love people
Now I like loneliness
Even if it's cold
Even if it's sad
Even if I miss people
Even if I love you
I’m miserable
Even if I love me
I’m miserable
I cry all the time
For no reason
I haven’t felt much
And I miss feeling
I’m numb most of the time
I need help
But it feels like no one understands
I try my best
I try so hard
But I’m depressed
I’m numb
I’m dull
Life has been sucked out of me
I’m empty
I’m alone
I’m unheard
I’m just so fucking sad
Shhh
No one knows
I try to hide it the best I can
But it’s hard
I get tired
I get weak
I want someone else to be strong for me
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