But no one would think so because I live a busy life-style always setting goals and achieving them. But I am depressed. I am lonely. I have no one. No one really cares until it’s far too late. That ‘far too late’ is coming close for me. I am depressed.
All I could ever want is someone who cares for me as much as I care for them; and that is a lot to ask, because I care a lot. I care about people who don’t care about me. I care about people who do nothing but hurt me. I am depressed.
All I ever ask of someone is for their time; nothing more. All I want is to spend time with people, rather than social media. But no one wants to spend time with me. I am depressed.
All I ever could want is to make memories and smiles; but that will just never happen. All I want is to create moments in time that no camera could ever capture. But no one wants to do that with me. I am depressed.
I am never good enough and I never will be good enough. I care too much, I love too much, and I am too much. I am just not good enough. No matter how much I can do for someone, no matter how much I care for someone, I am just not good enough. I am depressed.
I am sorry for not being good enough; I try every day to be good enough. But I am just not good enough, and I’ll never be worth it. So what is the point in this thing called life?
I am depressed.
What is so wrong with me, that I am not enough? Even for the most broken of people, I am not enough. I wish I was enough for once, for someone, but I will never amount to being enough.
