Learning through depression

I learn the things i learn on my own.
outside helpers only provide the pain and the lesson details.
when i think to myself, what have i learned, how have i learned it.
I answer simply with "I've not learned enough, I've taught myself"
I think of the world as just another piece of life.
when will all the puzzles end.
When will it all just snap like brittle bones and the molecules in the body.
Multiplying rapidly, timidly dividing until they consume a part of you wholly.
Life is all but a song.
I love to think the way i think
I over think everything and i enjoy the hell out of it.
I never take the liberty put before me of help from teachers.
I just help myself to the internet databases put in front of me and the archives stored in my brain.
Becoming the one in the room with all this hidden knowledge is hard.
Feeling like i have to dumb myself down to be known is impossible.
The time for my voice to be heard has come.
My depression will be set free.
in all honesty.... what have i learned through.... depression.
Whenever I get depressed i learn a lot about myself and the people around me.
The truth hiding behind every ugly smile, every devious laugh, all the evil that surrounds me.
Evil that's lurking and looking for a poor innocent victim to set fire to.
Love is just a word for inversed hatred.
Hate is just a word for inversed love.
Happiness never existed until man made it up.
Emotions are nothing, when you have no place to hold them...