Everyone

Everyone's so depressed, I can't hold a laugh, Everyone's so suppressed, They can't hide it with a cough. Everyone's so "different" They cut themselves with a blade, Everyone say 'yeah, it's frequent', What? Do they feel betrayed? Did someone coughed on you? Did someone let out couple laughs? Did someone stood before you in queue? Were you mocked by some giraffes? Did someone, perhaps, breathed?! Did someone drank some water?! No? Oh, such relief! If yes, I'd probably falter. I understand, some do worry, About real stuff and struggle, I only mock 'pick me' stories, With satire I juggle. The main point I didn't said, That you should'nt cut yourself, Find some friend, turn to Christ, He's the one who got me saved.