I'm not depressed, I'm languished
Just see you two
And I'm in anguish.
I don't know why I do this to myself
I just can't leave it alone
As a box on the shelf
that makes me groan
because everything seems shitty
I love the comfort, you try
But I really don't need any more pity
I'll just go and cry
And he said sorry, bad day
But I just couldn't explain
That every day, I'd simply say,
Is a bad day in my pain
So I sat there and cried
With the thoughts that were mine
And wished I had died
So I didn't waste your time.
J.
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