The pain is unbearable But it's all in my head
You can't see the symptoms
But aren't the cuts on my arm enough?
It doesn't seem fair that I can call out cause I got the flu
But depression making it too hard to get out of bed?
No sorry come up with a better excuse
I blame my myself everyday
Though that's not fair
You wouldn't tell a cancer patient to "just get over it"
So why would you tell me.
I smile all the time so I must be fine
But after years you're able to put on a smile and a cheerful tone
Because no one cares any way
At the end of the day it doesn't matter
For it just me and my depression
Seems like the perfect pair.