Please do me one favor,

Just please give me the benefit of the doubt, 

And save me from myself,

Because my sadness is slowly killing me from the inside out,

Thinking is overrated,

But not thinking is dumb,

I'm sitting here while the world passes me by,

And all I can feel is chillingly numb,

I look in the mirror,

And staring back at me,

Is a tired looking stranger saying "this was never who you were meant to be",

I try to find something good that I can think about myself,

But all I see is fat and ugly on the inside and the out,

People tell me all the time that depression is just a phase,

But I know that not to be true, 

What would you want me to say if you were me and I was you ?

You would want comfort and support in every possible way,

But you just look at me and never have anything good to say,

Why do I even bother anymore ?

Why do I still try ?

What's the point of living if I only want to die…?