They say I’m depressing, they say I’m too sad

They don’t know that I’m stressing, that I’m just so mad

They say that I’m a goth, but they don’t know how I feel

They don’t know the pain, that I expertly conceal

They say I’m a weirdo who doesn’t make friends

They say I’m a loser who doesn’t follow the trends

I’m trying my hardest to make just one friend

But I guess that all bad things come to an end

But when is that gonna happen? When will I be free.

When Will I be able to just be depressed me

Without all the comments, without all the trials

I’m walking on insults that go on for miles

When will they stop pushing and start helping instead

When will they stop saying they are wishing I’m dead

When will they stop the teasing, and start pleasing

When will the pain start easing

They don’t seem to care, will anyone ever

I have a feeling the answer is something like never

But I’ll keep on trying untill I get it!