This depression is shit, and I feel it in the pit that once contained emotion. Far gone, so long to the happiness and fun. Now all I have is the sum of a mess, and befuddled feelings.
I wish I could be healing, but I know it is not for me, I deserve misery. I should not know anything Except for what life has given me. I'm lost and the cost to fix me Is to much.
Waiting untill my use has expired. everyone knows I am unwanted, being taunted by these thoughts, and the words my mind conjures.
" just go away" they all say, Unwanted in my own body, my home, The sign to keep me out was set in stone. More or less, I am depressed and anxious. Knowing my worth is making me worthless.
It feels like everyone could care less. "Less" is the re-occuring distress. But I will keep enduring this pain. growing because it's known that everyone else is better.