Depression is the worst

That is an old poem Written by Aldo kraas

Just being in this state

Just the mere thought of it is tiring

Sitting on the sofa ,crying, struggling to breathe. Forgetting to breathe.

It took a while to accept that I'm not as happy as I play out to be. I'm sad and tired.

I'm tired of trying to catch happiness when it missed me.

I'm tired of looking for me

I'm tired of being ignored

Of not being interesting enough

Of being average

Of being me

I'm tired of talking to myself of resenting my tears.

I depressed and I don't know if it'll ever change.

If I'll ever be loved or know how to love.

If things will ever change.

I don't know but what I know is.

I want to be alone and cry all day then eat and cry again.