So it seems I'm here again
Holding onto my life with strain
You poke and prod at my soul
With words unkind and foul

How is it that you "understand"
When all you do is drag me down
You're like a pit of quicksand
The more I try you simply frown

So once again I find that I'm
Struggling to survive against time
I'm on the brink but you see
None of the pain inside of me

You don't understand my mind
So how can you understand it
There's nothing you can find
That hasn't faded bit by bit

So stop your words before
You break what's at my core
It's getting harder now
To simply nod and bow

You say you understand it all
But you find pleasure when I fall

The explanation is simple.
My family claims to know who I am and why I am the way I am. But time and time again they prove that they know nothing.

I suffer from major depressive disorder and they don't seem to understand what that means. They say things to me that affects me in a bad way. But they never notice because I've learnt from a young age that they hardly care for the way I feel.