why you walking slowly, slouching like that?

why you never say hi to others first?

why you keep on staying locked alone in your room like that?

why you gotta be so disrespectful 'cause you don't bow down to me?

you don't suck my dick and baby, please, it hurts me.

why you gotta act like you've got it the worst?

honey, you ain't shit and your problems ain't as bad as you make them seem to be.

fuck your depression.

it ain't real.

you say you cry almost every night and it's hard to breathe?

fuck your depression.

it don't mean nothing to me.

when you get panic attacks and you feel like shit.

baby, that's just 'cause you're shit.

you know nobody cares so stop crying about it.

why don't you just kill yourself and get on with it?

disclaimer:
this wasn't written for my readers.
this was written in the perspective of my demon, talking to me.
i hate explaining my works but i felt like i have to say this or else 13 year olds who know nothing about writing will come for my head.

(: