You can always tell when you’re going into a root of depression.
You can feel it eating away at your insides.
Everything is a struggle,
Getting out of bed, Walking, Eating, Showering.
Life is a burden.
You find a coping skill,
With that there’s a scale,
Healty
and
Unhelathy.
Either way it knaws an edge off of that pain.
That’s exactly what you’re looking for,
Right?
© ._.Lil._.