Are you lonely? They ask.

Are you sad?

These questions drive me mad.

My fears start playing in my head,

Oh how I wish I was dead.

Why you feel this way? They ask.

Your family seem so supportive they say,

Do that even make things okay.

Cause when I cry myself to sleep,

Who is there for me to keep.

My head explodes with self-harm thoughts,

Hoping when I do it I don’t caught.

But obviously I fail,

I might as well go to jail.

I’m doing a sentence for a crime I did not commit,

Yes I’m lonely because of it.

Depression my only cell mate,

Why was this my fate.

You show me things that aren’t there,

You told me my family didn’t care.

You tried to kill me multiple times,

Why am I paying for these crimes.

You made me forget who I am,

You turned me into a clam.

Shut down and isolated from everyone.

My depression is really no fun.