Depression is like drowning
If you can't swim no one is willing to take one for the team and help you catch some air
It's helping others feel good while the only thought in your head
Is the next time you'll go to bed
And God forbid you ever wake up
It's a spitfire
One bad thing after the next
It's the thought of razors
Instead of butterflies
The thought of when to start eating normally or at all again
Instead of a healthy metabolism
It's the thought of not being wanted, useful, or worth something
Instead of being care free
Depression is the gun & the bullet
And maybe one day
I'll learn to stop shooting myself in the chest

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