My guffaws sound like tears.
I have a lot of dark fears.
My grin does not extend to my eyes
My world is filled with lies
I can't seem to get anything right.
There is no longer light in my soul.
What's happening with me? I don't know
I've had this feeling before; happiness.
But it's no longer there.
It's becoming more difficult for me.
I'm at a loss for what to do to feel better.
I look in the mirror at myself.
I'm wondering if I'll be able to overcome this terror.
Or should I commit suicide to relieve the stress?
Because I can't go on living with this pain forever.
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Behind the smile
PoetryMy pen is my release It's an orgasm to my soul -A collection of poetry and articles about my personal experience with depression.