i'm mad and sad and furious and depressed and anxious and scared and crying and sobbing and screaming and yelling.

how many words do i have to use for you to understand?

do you understand?

or do you just get angry?

this is all a game

to you.

my depression is a game but it is not fun

for me.

i just wanted to be free

you told me to embrace it

then you told me to stop these games

you called me names.

then you wondered why i came home high

they call me weird

but no ones there

to know how much it hurts

to not talk to anyone

but everyone that hates you.