Depression

Nothing really happened
I opened my eyes in the midnight
Started to cry and realised
I had it.

I’m feeling sick and weak
I’m not ready yet to face the life
And I won’t let them to see the truth
My lies keep me perfectly fine
I wonder how long will it take
I will die soon or they will see how crazy I am?

„Why are you so sad?
So melancolic and antisocial?
You don’t like us?
What is your problem?
Why don’t you speak?
You’re so mysterious and weird.”

Laying down and cry all night
Going to the bathroom and hide my tears
Cough before a phone call
Forge a smile and put glasses on my red eyes

„We sorry for how we treated you
It wasn’t ok it happened to you
You deserve better than this
Did you ever try a psychologist?
You should get some help”

A maniac stage and a normal one
Knock on my mind’s door
And make my situation worse
Because I’m wearing a mask
But after a while, the depression says „hi”