*Drugs and swear words involved*

  I'm an idiot, I'm a coward, I'm a wuss,

  I feel like garbage, everyone should dismiss.

  My life finally seems all screwed up,

  Should throw me in some mouldy old tub.

  It's clearer now, I made everything wrong,

  Makes me want to get screwed up more with another bong.

  No one would have believed I hurt so bad,

  Because I must have never been mad.

  It sickens myself, I'd make up shit,

  At the time it was a big hit.

  I was as normal as everybody else,

  The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

  But now I feel as big as a mouse.

  I never had depression, not like other people have,

  I was dreaming it up, just something every wave.

  Like I wanted people to feel sorry for me,

  I was bull shitting myself, no one wanted to see.

  I want to leave this fucked up world of my own,

  Make a better one, by having another cone.

  What people must think what this girl has done,

  I don't deserve money, love and rays of sun.

  Wiped out, with nothing to hide,

  I'm a plain person with no one on my side.

  Taking for granted the things I love,

  I'll admit it, I've had enough.

  As far as I'm concerned it's over,

  sit down, space out and listen to Nova.

  Nothing worth saying will change my mind,

  Bah! There I was thinking I was generous and kind.

  I'm in a mixed up world, which is nothing special,

  God I wish I was normal, brave and casual.

  I need to wake up, live life for today,

  Make up for the fucked up things I did before yesterday.

  I could start by starting to like myself,

  Stack up all the 'I have depression' and put it on the shelf.

  Don't run away anymore, be who I really am,

  Tell people the truth, because I can.

  *Someone told me that I was delusional and was not depressed, I am a gullible person and took it as it was real...But I'm sure my depression was real, so this poem weird's me out a bit. Especially now, since I haven't been that 'depressed' in a long time...*