Sitting in a class,
Pretending to be taking notes.
Thoughts running.
What am I doing with my life?
Do I even have any friends?
Where does this end?
Sitting in a class,
Pretending to listen to the teacher.
Mind wandering around.
What truly is depression?
Do I even have a life?
Does anybody even love me?
Sitting in a class,
Pretending to know the answer.
Head spinning.
Why am I like this?
What am I doing wrong?
Can I get a guide?
With that thought she died.
CZYTASZ
Hidden Thoughts
PoezjaThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
