As I stood screaming at the top of my lungs "IM DEPRESSED" well tears streamed down my face as I lifted my sleeves showing you the pain I felt,
you sat there and looked me dead in the eyes.
"It's just a faze" is all you said.
that night I bled to the point of death and all I thought was will you stand over my grave feeling this pain I feel telling yourself telling my dead body "it's just a faze"
