You are substance subject to change. Heartless and causeless. So broken, you cant breathe. And I love the way you're hurting so much, it feels like nothing. You can drop to your knees under limited pressure. And the people who should care most, think you're overreacting for attention. While thats possible, it's not the reason. You know it and I know it. And their misunderstanding agitates you and angers you and you get so mad, but their punishment for you is disappointment, the largest punishment of all. You just want to hide, or better, die, but the comfort in that thought only lasts your break down each night, at which point you're too vulnerable to actually pull through. Pull through, pull through, pull through, this depression will never leave your house.