• Don't ask me how I am, it's always the same answer,
    I am depressed, always and forever.
    Don't try to help, it makes me feel worse,
    It always stays with me, just like a curse.

    I have many great friends, all I love very much, you see,
    But somehow I feel as though they are distant from me.
    Some wants to help me, but you see, they can't,
    Because everytime, when they try, I have to paint.
    I paint because I run as fast as I can, they ran too,
    They (like a couple), want to help, to help me through.

    I am emo, depressed, and I suffer with lonelyness,
    I am not happy, not at all, dispite my total crazyness.
    I hate my shattered heart and my messed up life, but,
    I love my father, my friends, my family and my cuts.

    So don't ask me how I am, it's always the same answer,
    Because, you see, I am depressed, always and forever.


    crying