Depressed

Depressed

I hate being like this,
being so depressed,
but there is nothing I can do to stop it there just is no rest.

I look at the people around me and they are all so happy and carefree...

I look at them and say,
hey that is how I want to be.

But that will just never happen,
there is no way.

I can't be happy not ever,
not today.

I thought I almost lost you and it killed me inside,
to think what could happen,
because of me you could've died.

What would I do without you here?

How could I function without you near?

I can't even begin to think,
But I think I better,
because you think I stink.