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It's been a while since I genuinely smiled,
My heart feels like its withered away,
Ice embedded,
the gremlin in my head says he wants me dead, I might just let him have his way.
I feel so alone, yet in a room filled with people,
I'd rather be home curled up in bed,
Sad songs on repeat,.though...
I would like some company, just someone to tell me I'll be okay, someone to keep me from going astray.
“Get a job!, Go to church!, Get out of bed!”
You can explain it so many times but they'll never learn,
What I feel goes on and off,
One day I'm happy the next I'm lost.
Just like the tides I rise, but in the night retreat and hide cause my fears come alive...
But hey!, don't worry...I'll be okay
Put on my mask and carry on just like every other day.
They don't know it's been a while since I genuinely smiled, and the reason they don't know is cause they never asked why or even bother to notice,
“Maybe they'll notice when I post it”,
Instead they say I'm begging for attention,
But it's a cry for help and they couldn't even sense it,
So what's the sense in telling?
So don't bother asking, I dont need your pitty,
I'll lie and deny about everything I'm feeling inside,
The only time they'll figure it out is when I die...
My heart feels like its withered away,
Ice embedded,
the gremlin in my head says he wants me dead, I might just let him have his way.
I feel so alone, yet in a room filled with people,
I'd rather be home curled up in bed,
Sad songs on repeat,.though...
I would like some company, just someone to tell me I'll be okay, someone to keep me from going astray.
“Get a job!, Go to church!, Get out of bed!”
You can explain it so many times but they'll never learn,
What I feel goes on and off,
One day I'm happy the next I'm lost.
Just like the tides I rise, but in the night retreat and hide cause my fears come alive...
But hey!, don't worry...I'll be okay
Put on my mask and carry on just like every other day.
They don't know it's been a while since I genuinely smiled, and the reason they don't know is cause they never asked why or even bother to notice,
“Maybe they'll notice when I post it”,
Instead they say I'm begging for attention,
But it's a cry for help and they couldn't even sense it,
So what's the sense in telling?
So don't bother asking, I dont need your pitty,
I'll lie and deny about everything I'm feeling inside,
The only time they'll figure it out is when I die...
Published 30th Dec 2019
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31st Dec 2019 12:12pm
Depression and anxiety suck. This was a very expressive spill. I can tell you really put your heart and soul into this one. Just letting you know... you aren't alone!
31st Dec 2019 12:13pm
