i am not real

i think i like depression because it's raw.

it's the most real thing i feel in the seemingly fake life i seem to live.

i want reality.

i crave it.

i live off of it. it's like the pain courses through my veins... if not, i wouldn't live. not really live.

it's real, it's real, it's real.

maybe if i feel it a little more, i'll be real too.