Depressed

Blasting music, ignoring the world.

Failing at life.

I want to get up and be productive but I just can't help overthinking it.

I wonder what it is like without anxiety.

Just a burden to everyone.

Lost. Again.

Falling apart but smiling.

Another year closer to death.

Unwanted.

Blasting music over the voices in my head.

If I had the chance, I would disappear without a trace. Memories wiped—nothing left behind—no one will remember—no more pain.

No one really listens. They just act like they do.

Pain is holding back tears from falling and pretending that everything is fine even when it's not.

Everything will be okay... I hope.

Let the darkness consume me.

Erase my existence. No one will notice.

I thought I got better. In reality, it became worse than it was before.

The voices in my head just won't shut up.

I'm fine. I'm just tired. It's just my allergies. Something got into my eye. I'm really fine.

They say to not compare yourself on social media. But it's hard to not when you look the way you do, and the mirror.. is just right there.

I'm so useless. I should just die.