A Day Filled With Depression

I'm weak. I'm really weak.
I wish I knew why I am so hard to love.
I'm sick. I'm really sick.
In more ways than one.
I'm a type 1 diabetic, but I pretend like I'm not.
And I always have the fear that the
mental illness that runs in my family is
somewhere inside me too.
I feel like it creeps up on me sometimes.
Just waiting to laugh in my face.
I wish i had answers to things that I
sit and think about for hours at a time.
You think you know someone,
You think you know yourself.
But the truth,
The truth is that you have no idea
What you are capable of
Or who you really are.
A day filled with depression
always catches up with you
And when it does
There's nothing you can do.