What You Think of Me

Why can't you just accept that I'm not like you?
Why do you always have to tell me there's more to life?
Why do you have to get upset when I tell you I'm depressed?
Why do you think that I can live without him?
I just don't understand why you have to tell me to change.
When I want to be myself and nothing else.
You might think that I want to be sad all of the time.
You might think that I want people to comfort me and worry.
But the fact is I don't want to be this way.
I wish I could change it, but I don't know how.
Even when I try it doesn't work.
It's all I can do not to cry, not to scream out and punch something.
Because of all of this my life is hell.
SO the next time you try to tell me it's all in my head,
Remember what I've told you,
Remember that I'd give anything to be happy again ,
Remember that I love him and I'll do anything to make things better.