Depression (again)

Depressed again, I really can’t think of a reason.
Shitty weather, this cold winter season?
I’m good with myself, I’m fine with the others.
Still good to love my best friend and my mother.
Personally I don’t want to die today, what a relief.
But somehow depression robs me, fucking thief.
I look in the mirror a legit smile, but I still cry.
In my happiest times I’m depressed, but why?
Just keep fighting and take whatever they throw at me.
Just keep smiling and write that fucking poetry.