My soul is shattered
But my body's still working
My body feels dead
But I'm still alive
I feel like I'm drowning
But I'm not underwater
How do you describe this feeling
Oh that's right. Depression.
Why does my mind doubt itself when I'm doing good
Oh that's right. My friend Depression
Why does everything need to be perfect
That's right. My little friend Depression
Why do I want to die
You're right again. Depression.
I never wanted to accept the fact that I have depression Because I was never clinically diagnosed but I can't deny it any longer....All the facts are staring at me with their cold dead eyes...
