Mental Health

Depression is not a joke You can get a feeling of choke Why are you always judging us? We don’t want to make a fuss I want to be free Overthinking what you’re thinking about me Am I bad? Am I always mad? Your words don’t hurt physically Your words hurt emotionally In a crowd, How can I shout? When can I do what I wanted to do? Give me a clue Always keep wondering I still can’t believe that I am surviving Should I pray? In the eyes of the others, am I prey? Do you think you’re always right? All of my past regrets, I’ll write Past regrets are my trauma I want to sleep for so long, I wish I had a coma © Domar Esmabe