Just another Word

All I feel, all I want,
All I forgot, and I now know,
Is all I am.

I don't like it all.
It all is hard to understand,
even for me.

So don't say you know.
After all you don't understand.
What I feel.

The people who know what they do.
The ones who study it,
Still say "its better"

But only I truly know.
That sometime planes crash,
Sometimes Things truly die.

Sometimes People feel,
They can't be dead,
But still not awake.

I want what I will.
I say what I want.
I will do what I can.

But I still know that word,
That one long word...
Depression

It's truly just a word to say...
I'm dieing on the inside...