Why 1

Why is the question
It has little answers
But whenever you find an answer
It opens up so many more questions

They say depression is a disease
I think it is a lifestyle,
But why does it make me not care?
Why do they make me take the pills?
Why do I tend to feel this way?

I need answers,
But when I get them
All I really get is more questions,
A bigger burden,
More questions bring not enough answers

I don’t know why I feel this way
So don’t expect me to talk about it
I hate my feelings
I hate talking about them more

The only people I will talk to,
Are people I can relate to
Like my friends, my acquaintances,
People that I know feel the same as I.
But until I can muster enough courage
I will just keep to myself