She looked at me and said I looked like I was depressed
She said I looked so sad and tired of it all
At first, I was so excited
That somebody finally paid attention to me
And saw how I was really doing beneath all my fake smiles
But then, I panicked
I wasn’t hiding it well, I wasn’t hiding my pain very well
The pain has over flooded me and I’m drowning in it
It has overwhelmed me and buried me deep under all of it
Maybe that’s why I can’t hide anymore and keep floating like I’ve always done
And then, I asked myself if I was really depressed
I’ve always thought of depression but I’ve never called myself depressed
I say it’s because I’ve never been diagnosed of it
Maybe it’s really because I’m in denial
And I don’t want to accept that I’m in pain and need help
Maybe it’s because I’m not even depressed but
Everyday, when the sun shines brightly but it’s so gloomy inside of me,
I ask myself over and over again, “am I depressed?”
hi! How’re you doing?! I hope you are doing okay!
Here’s a poem from me because why not?
Thank you for reading and I’ll see you in my next post:))
byee!
*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that it’s okay to ask for help!
