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Depressed
I sit with my "friends"
They're all happy and laughing
They don't seem to notice
That I'm not okay.
As I sit silent in a room full of chatter
I begin wonder if I even matter.
They all don't need me
That is is clear to see.
I think of ways to describe this feeling
And to me I realized
It's like drowning while seeing everyone breath.
As I'm dying inside
I wonder
If they can be alright
Then why can't I?
They're all happy and laughing
They don't seem to notice
That I'm not okay.
As I sit silent in a room full of chatter
I begin wonder if I even matter.
They all don't need me
That is is clear to see.
I think of ways to describe this feeling
And to me I realized
It's like drowning while seeing everyone breath.
As I'm dying inside
I wonder
If they can be alright
Then why can't I?
Published 1st Jun 2015
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