The blue period

My depression is fake

I cut myself between the cartilage because I never feel that what I say is honest

I feel constantly annoyed

annoyed by getting out of bed

annoyed by the all-time smile

annoyed by the never-ending fight

annoyed of the fake that is bleach on the throat

And I don't have depression

I have the blue period of the month

I go to bed tired and broken to the bone

and I rise as if I was an equal to a veteran

It is my guilt that I usually swallow with my food, which then turns to shame on my skin and blood lashes for the soul.

And it is as I say but never explained what it is to not have depression

while all I have is a deep sadness

That is related to the world situation

Because it's not that I get distracted and haven't finished a book since I'm 18

It is not that I stay disconnected from the world, thinking that my veins speak to me in voices that only my mind knows how to translate

Is that everything is invented by me

I am a beacon in the storm of my creation

It is selfishness and evil wanting to be more than I am less.

My depression is not what everyone hears

My depression is not true

Because it is not what you believe.

Ta.