I wake up to disaster. I go to be in loneliness. I spend the whole day in depression.

If you love me then say so, but I wont believe you anyways.

"Keep on going" I encourage myself, but where am I going? I can travel as far as my feet will allow and still never get away from myself.

You don't love me, but you say you do. I'd rather be alone.

Believe me, I know Depression, she is not pretty.

Believe me, I know Anxiety, she is malicious.

Believe me, I know Insomnia, she is relentless!

I know so many, yet I don't know myself. Do you know me? Probably not, but you think you do.