Depression is not a sign of weakness ;
It’s just sometimes people make us that way.
Way & Never notice how badly we’re hurt.
& The people that wanna help don’t
Understand how it feels to feel what we feel
Cause they’re not us.
They don’t know why We cry .
They don’t feel how we hurt .
& They Certainly don’t understand why sometimes
All we want is just someone to listen to us
We’re mistreated, misunderstood .
Mistaken, always second guessed.
Underestimated, & anything but perfect.
It’s so complicated Feeling all this hatred
Such a tired game, we’ve done everything we can
Take. Chasing down are Demons, changing
Are self's all the time. Why do we do that?.
Is there someone out there that thinks we’re perfect to
them?
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