(Dashes equal a beat)
I’m terrified, I’m the bad person.
I’m just do damaged -
You’re mad, a piece of trash, a third wheel -
words driving me nuts.
Day after day, after day, I feel like crap.
It just hits you -
I feel lost, I feel caged, I feel fake.
Numb, like I’m not alive.
What’s wrong with me?
Why do I always feel so alone?
What is the point of living?
Why don’t you just kill me? -
I need a shrink.
You know you’re not fine.
You push everything down and pretend to fight it,
but depression comes at any moment
and we don’t know who we really are.
-- By Aurora Faustini