Depression is real, they say it is no big deal.
I laugh, I cry, I die inside.
The pain is real, it is a big deal.
I stay awake at night, I try to fight the pain.
I can’t, it’s too strong and I think about what is wrong with me.
Why can’t I be happy? Why can’t I be me? Why can’t I be free from misery?
Depression is real. I just want to be happy. Just want to be me. Just want to be free.
What is wrong with me. Depression, please let me be free.
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