/ Am I normal or am I different?
How much can I share, how much can I hide?
Does anything matter, does it even exist?
/ How is it that in a room full of people I can feel so alone?
/ Depression is that form of mind
That creeps up in your darkest hours
Devours the good thoughts it can find
And locks them away in high bleak towers
Turning everything to a shade of grey
Hopelessly, you wonder if it's worth it anymore.
Until you cry away the day and curl up on the floor.