Depression

Just some inner thoughts that had no other way of getting out.

The roots of anxiety, depression, and over-analyzing have been firmly planted into my brain.

The only things that seem to grow from them is anger and lonliness, nothing beautiful.

 I tried to be rid of them by neglecting them water, but it seems as if others around me will do so instead.

 Oh, how I long for the day when they start to wither away and rot.