They told me "take a deep breath"
They told me "write it all down"
They told me "you should listen to that"
They asked me "why are you like this?"
They asked me "can't you do this?"
They asked me "have you tried to talk about it?"
They accused me of being "too sad"
They accused me of being "dramatic"
They accused me of being "ungrateful"
They accused me of being "hormonal"
They don't know that yes, I tried
They don't know that no I didn't intend to do this
They don't know that this hurt
They don't know that I sit on the floor wishing I could
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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.
