It's More Than Sadness.

Dad

I told you

I had d.e.p.r.e.s.s.i.on.

And you said

"As long as it doesn't control your life."

But Daddy

It controls EVERYTHING.

You blew it off,

Like the wind blows out a candle.

You blew out my candle.

I admitted my flaws

And you said n.o.t.h.i.n.g.

I was crying out for help

And the nothingness echoed

Like a high pitched squeal

Only you can hear.

I guess I'd rather be depressed

and alone

Than happy

and ignored.