They say I don't have anxiety
They say I don't have depression
They say I don't have eating disorders
But how would they know?
How would they know what goes on in my mind?
How do they know what happens in the late nights?
When I cry
When I want to die
How would they know?
They wouldn't
They say I have no issues
No problems
That I'm fine
But how would they know I don't want to die?
They don't know I feel
They don't know what is real
My feelings are concealed
They would never know.
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Poems for the lost souls
PoetryHere you will find a lot of more depressing poems I have created. Most of them currently reside in a different book of mine so I will slowly transfering them all into her.
