You’re wrong --- 03/04/2006 --- 20:24 uur

--- to my twin sister ---

It’s not that I love you, but you’re wrong
You don’t have this sickness for so long
Telling me that I’m not depressed
“You only feel depressed” you suggest
“I never let those feelings get to me” you say
“That’s why I’m never depressed day after day”
Why don’t you understand?
That I do take a stand!
I don’t ever wish a depression for you
But then again, maybe you would understand me too
The way I feel is not very pretty
And I don’t want any pity
You can’t control depression
That’s the answer to your question
Just take one day in my shoes
Then you too would grab the razor I use
It seems you only judge with your sane mind
Let me tell you, you're so fucking blind!
People really get depressed, lonely and confused
Why can’t you see that my life is bruised?
I just can’t understand your view
I wish you could know what I knew
Then you’d change your mind
And turn it into something kind
But it’s like talking to a brick wall
You don’t change your mind, even if you’re oh so small
I guess you just have to be depressed to know what it feels like
We’re so different, but so much alike
I can’t reach you no more
So I’m closing this hurtful door...