Please, Leave me be.

A month ago i'd tell you I was happy,
But now I'm not so sure; I've got the scars on my soul to prove it.
These days i lay in my bed, and I cry.

The doctors tell me it's only a speed bump, and to exercise.
But I don't want to exercise, or make arts and crafts,
I want to be fucking sad.

I want to cry, and lay on my bathroom floor.
I want to smoke a cigarette, and enjoy it.
God damn it I deserve to enjoy it.

A year ago I'd tell you i was in love,
But I'm not in love,
Hell, not even with myself.

The doctors tell me to try new hobbies,
To go hiking, and to smile more.
But I don't want to fucking smile, and I don't want to run a god damned mile,
I want to be sad, and I want to be held.

Depression, If you'll please,
Go the fuck away,
And Please, Leave me be.