I say, "They are just thoughts — they will go away."
But these thoughts yell louder than my words ,
Sometimes it feels like my brain will explode.

Depression is living with a dead inner being,
Dragging my lifeless body day by day—
Too many sleepless nights ,
My mind fighting demons.

I am afraid of who I've become.
Afraid to light a dark room,
To face a mirror —
Because mirrors don't lie.

It's funny how I look happy outside
While I'm breaking inside,
Each breath  heavier than the last.
Depression is like a death sentence.
It's really hard to leave my bed.
Sometimes I think the world
Would be better without me,
Because I don't really matter.

I'm tired of pretending I'm fine,
Tired of faking smiles,
Tired of answering "I'm okay"
When the truth is — I'm not.