They call it ...

I stare ...
at myself, examining every detail of my body and face.
ive come to a conclusion .. ( im ugly ) ..

a tear drop falls down my cheek one after the other, i dont wipe them away i let them fall until they hit the ground, hopeing they will form a puddle and i'll drown in it.

Im screaming to someone,somebody, ANYONE !! to let me go, let me sleep forever,let me have my wish. but noone wants to listen they say im being selfish and ungrateful.

they dont understand, you dont understand, noone understands, the pain im feeling the teras im crying the hurt im inflicting on myself all because of this gift thats called LIFE !! i just cant take nomore..

I aint asking for a house or even the world im asking for happiness. everlasting happiness were i can smile and laugh and enjoy being who i am ..

i call it being unhappy

they call it being depressed ...