Hey, I’m mentally drained.
I tattoo a smile on my face, so persons can stop asking if I’m okay.
No, I’m not,
But don’t worry about that.
Waste of oxygen telling you my problems,
Because I know “solutions” will not be your comeback.
Damn, do I have to go to work today?
Damn, do I have to smile with strangers, say good morning and put on a fake personality so I won’t ruin anyone day?
Damn, do I have to respond to my peers today?
Can’t I just avoid them and talk to them another day?
Life is so funny, I’m the one going through a crisis, but you’re the one that gets to be angry.
Because I didn’t want to know how your day went?
Because I told you I’m not in the mood for any conversations?
They said, “Hey, it’s a phase.”
Well, this phase is making me fall in love with depression more each day.