S.A.D.

S.A.D.
Those camp friends wouldn't recognize you.
S.A.D.
Winter comes and you're threw.

S.A.D.
Seasonal Affective Disorder
Almost no one understands
It gets worse as you get older

The sun goes,
and so do you.
You want to cry
But it will be over soon.

Come summer,
You'll be fine.
Almost like nothing had happened at all,
Like nothing is on your mind.

I wish i could explain
Because life would be easier
But S.A.D. has taken over my brain,
I almost feel like i have a physical disorder.

**um, i just found out i have S.A.D. so this sucks.**