May 24, 2013 - I'm Not That Depressed..
I’m really not depressed,
I still smile and laugh,
Even if the joke isn’t that funny,
Blush when someone stares at me,
Or fiddle with my thumbs when no words come out my mouth.
I just like to break down sometimes when no one is looking.
Go home and curl underneath my covers,
Escape from the world,
Just hideaway and cry as if my life depended on it.
Feel as broken and hurt,
Feeling disgusted for having to lie to the world because I have this plastered smile on my face,
Looking in the mirror and hating who I am,
What I look like,
What I am like.
And I feel the sense of nostalgia,
Coursing through my veins,
As if something is missing inside of me,
Making me not see straight and making my mind think the way it thinks of me.
I’m just a certain type of sad,
One not known,
One that doesn’t want to be known,
I can still smile,
I can laugh,
I assure you, I’m not depressed.
I still smile and laugh,
Even if the joke isn’t that funny,
Blush when someone stares at me,
Or fiddle with my thumbs when no words come out my mouth.
I just like to break down sometimes when no one is looking.
Go home and curl underneath my covers,
Escape from the world,
Just hideaway and cry as if my life depended on it.
Feel as broken and hurt,
Feeling disgusted for having to lie to the world because I have this plastered smile on my face,
Looking in the mirror and hating who I am,
What I look like,
What I am like.
And I feel the sense of nostalgia,
Coursing through my veins,
As if something is missing inside of me,
Making me not see straight and making my mind think the way it thinks of me.
I’m just a certain type of sad,
One not known,
One that doesn’t want to be known,
I can still smile,
I can laugh,
I assure you, I’m not depressed.