I have no more ability to run my life,
Every movement I make is watched by the onlookers.
Once people find out you are depressed,
It is like you are different.
I am no longer a human being,
I am sick, too sick for them to love.
When did the moment occur when all was to be lost?
A second passes with no more hope than I had when I started taking the pills.
One by one they disappear from the bottle,
It makes them feel safer with me.
Since when did I become such a hassle?
I doubt I will ever know.
But time goes by and I see how they stare,
Never wanting to help me.
They think I will be fixed,
Or at least be overtaken by my misery.
