I'm Not Depressed

Everyday is another struggle
When I try to get up, I seem to stumble
I face, yet again, some more daily trouble
I’m not depressed; just a little stressed

My “happy-o-meter” equals to nil
I don’t eat much, yet I don’t feel too ill
To sleep, I need at least a sleeping pill
I’m not depressed; just a little stressed

I look around: everyone is high on happiness
Can no one see that I’m a mess?
As usual, no one notices I’m in distress
I’m not depressed; just a little stressed

The only thing on my mind is death
I can’t wait ‘til I take my very last breath
I’ll just hang myself or overdose on meth
I’m not depressed; just a little stressed

When I’m all alone, all else seems to fade
As I sit staring at my mother’s blade
No one’s stopping me or coming to my aid
I’m not depressed; just a little stressed

I wish I could feel no emotion
Get rid of the pain with a magic potion
Lie down on my bed with no motion
I’m not depressed; just a little stressed

I tried to take everything bit by bit
But I can’t live anymore; I can’t take this, dammit!
I’m the most hated person living on this planet
I’m not damn depressed; just a little stressed!


I break down and cry in this phone booth
Unable to decide what to do
Should I call Jen and tell her the undeniable truth?

That I’m not just stressed- in fact, I’m very depressed