Stop

When you don't know what to say, and all your thoughts are tied up and kept away, you can't help but to cry and be what death feels like. I just people to see through their own eyes what its like to see someone the care for and or love die inside. Its me the one the only depression. I am back and nothing can make me go away. I just want to be happy and joyful. I I want I want my I want my life back. Stop being depressed, and express what lacks a sort of interest in that little black dress, that looked like a mess but no longer, a guess, can make you confess, to being the death of my happiness. Depression I am, and all who I will be, there is time, and much room for me. No, you can't just leave this place, stop causing my pain, I know how to get ride of you, my personal gain. I'm happy now, all I can say I am glad now, happy all day. So go, plea, explodes into air, you leaving and dying, can't be compared.