People, doctors, ask me why I self harm
I say it's because I have depression
Then they ask why I have depression
My reply?
I'm sad
Why am I sad is the next question
Now, that's where I get confused
I don't know is constantly my answer
Then they think I need to figure out why I'm sad, depressed
But why?
Is it really something I want to know?
Is there really a reason?
Am I just so weak I can't feel okay?
So, they throw me into groups
To doctors
But why?
So I can understand my feelings?
No
Why can't they just accept that I'm depressed
Why can't that be reason enough
It's not that complicated
I simply feel like that
I didn't chose it
I didn't just decide to want to hate my life
But that's the way it is
And I'm willing to live with that
Why can't they just stay out of my life
It's mine anyways
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The End Of The Road
PoetryPoetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...
