The pain is unbearable But it's all in my head

You can't see the symptoms

But aren't the cuts on my arm enough?

It doesn't seem fair that I can call out cause I got the flu 

But depression making it too hard to get out of bed? 

No sorry come up with a better excuse

I blame my myself everyday 

Though that's not fair

You wouldn't tell a cancer patient to "just get over it"

So why would you tell me. 

I smile all the time so I must be fine

But after years you're able to put on a smile and a cheerful tone

Because no one cares any way

At the end of the day it doesn't matter 

For it just me and my depression 

Seems like the perfect pair.