Somedays It's Good

Somedays it’s good Somedays it’s bad Somedays it’s bearable Most days i’m sad Thats how your brain works when you’re depressed Trapped in your mind struggling alone. Depressed It’s hard to tell you how I feel When all I want is to bleed, I kneel I hate how it separates myself from the rest In a crowd yet alone, my minds not the best I wish to not have this I despise it so much The self-loathing self-hatred, breakdowns I can’t take it it’s all too much As it changes my mood and I cease to be me Replaced by an irritable depressed confused version of me.