And I am so sickAnd fucking tired
Of your so-called
“Depression”
(That is you
Denying
The ecstasy
That is life
Or euphoria
That is
A breath before a kiss)

I am so fucking bored
With the chains you give yourself
(But insist your parents did it)
Just release yourself
From “All the little
Self-inflicted hurts”
Because it is a choice
You can choose not to make

Don’t write about your scars
Or your “Tears that fall like rain”
Because you “Have no idea
What happiness is like”
(Even though you love the beach)
Don’t tell me
“You don’t believe in love”
Just because
You’re not old enough
To have felt it

So just get over yourself
And write
Something good