"Are you okay?"
No. Not at all. I wanna explain everything, but can't. My biggest fear is being abandoned. What if you leave, if I spill everything? Will you stay? Or turn on me like everyone else? I wanna scream. Tell everyone I'm not okay. But my voices tell me not too. They say if I do, people will only see me as another weak and suicidal, depressed kid. But I act like I don't care. I do. But it would hurt people more than it would hurt me.
"Yeah, just tired, thanks for asking though"
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Idfkam (i dont fucking know anymore)
PoetryJust me making myself depressed now not as depressing anymore somehow
