It doesn't take much to be down.
A minor inconvenience of a sort.
Days of built up sadness to cause a meltdown.
Hiding under the covers as my last resort.
And yet, it takes every fiber in my being,
Every once of my sheer will power.
To keep happiness alive or stop it from fleeing.
Still, I feel it fade with every passing hour.
"Do things that make you happy", they say.
"Listen to your favorite song. DANCE!"
My favorite songs speaks of happiness going away.
I prance and sing in hopes my lungs give out by some chance.
Wearing this mask every day is so easy.
No one bats an eye. No one will question.
Everyone looks at me and gets cheesy.
Not one person. Not one, will ask about my depression.
They want to ignore this serial killer.
He has taken so many. I won't be his last.
As if he won't slip into their minds and whisper,
"Trying is too hard. This is better. It'll be fast."
"Not many will notice. Let's make this quick.
Who will really care? I am your only friend.
Deflower my lotus. Try not to think, it'll feel like a prick.
You'll be fine, I swear. I wouldn't lie.
I am your only friend."
