I vaguely remember this poem. The title definitely hints at depression here. But once the reader, readers the poem you don't know. But then you know. The details here are truly spot on and each one seems to be another symptom. At first you don't like the way you look at all. Your mind is playing tricks on you, saying you are worthless and fat. The second stanza holds so much truth within it. Every little negative thing can destroy us. Tired eyes definitely means lack of sleep, which leads onto stuff like racing thought, which circles back to lack of sleep. Depression hates other people. So the ending for me is perfect. Once you are happy, it always comes back and says all these bad things about friends and in time you believe them. Sad but true. Great write

Convergence of thoughts, club of one/star wars!, could be true that great minds think alike _had a feeling you must have wrote almost a similar poem, to understand it with such depth. Equally a nice piece you have here. I'm a club of one.