I have crippling anxiety
Social Awkward skills
Why do people like me
I don't know
I don't know
I really don't f*cking know why
Depression is my best friend
I hate her
She hates me
It's mutual
We both are on the same page
Of a different book
I want to be happy
But that's not what she wants for me
She wants me to be sad
And lie in my bed
And never see the light of day
I miss the sky and the sun
I miss having fun
With my imaginary friends
And the real ones too
They are so cool
I miss you
I miss hanging out with you
But I have crippling anxiety
Social awkward skills
I hope you still like me