Poem -

These four walls

Depression

How do you know what’s behind these four walls? 
You’ll never know will you? Because I reject your calls 
I don’t mean to do it, I’m not trying to be evil 
I just can’t cope right now, I can’t stand people! 
I can’t stand people, but I hate to be alone 
And this house can never feel like a fucking home 
And the bed that I lay in, I can’t seem to sleep
And the food that I make, I can’t seem to eat
You all think it’s fine, I’m a good old laugh! 
It takes me hours to convince myself just to have a bath 
My TV is just on for some background noise 
And I feel too ugly to entertain any boys 
When the door locks behind me, I breathe sighs of relief 
All my social interactions, I want to keep brief
My pictures on instagram are completely fake 
I mean, look at that smile on my fucking face! 

I don’t wanna burden with sob stories now
But I want to feel better I just don’t know how 
 

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