I tell them all what is in my mind

Cause they told me to say what's wrong

And when I do

All they do is shut me out

They shut me out cause I'm wasting their time

And it hurts

It hurts to be told you are nothing.

They tell me to keep it under control

How can I keep it under control, when I don't even know what caused it!

Depression cannot just be controlled

Because it controls you

And it is difficult to understand

Believe me, I know

But I do not want you to shut me out

Cos it'll just give me more reason to believe my own lies

Just listen, listen to what I have to say

People tell me I am making this up to get attention

Do you think Depression is a joke? I don't see how that's funny!

Why would you think playing with depression is fun

How is fighting demons,

Not sleeping,

Believing your nothing,

Hurting yourself

In any way fun!

It's not, it's not

Depression is not a joke or a made up disease

Its real its always been real

Help us!

Because we have no way of helping ourselves

We have no one

We have always been met with blind hesitation

Help us!

Or no one will.

And we’ll forget, forget we are alive.

We will want to die

Help us!

Before it’s too late

Do you think it’s fun to watch yourself cut up the very thing that makes you human?

Do you think we like to pretend that our scars are just scratches?

We hurt, but we keep it to ourselves

And although the pain of the blade is great

The pain of words and hate is even greater.

Help us and see our real selves.

Help us before it’s too late.