Why,
Why am I writing again,
Every time,
Every single time,
Something great happens,
I feel like its all gonna get better,
Then I'll get some news,
It would break me,
I'll crumble,
Fall and hide,
I'm a mess,
I can't be fixed,
That's why I go for second base,
Second base is attention,
If people at least know,
At least acknowledge,
See what I am going through,
See the pain I have,
It makes me feel horrible,
But yet again I feel better,
At least I know,
If they talk to me about it,
Ask about those scars,
Question my actual mood,
I at least get another push,
A push to just keep waiting,
To keep going,
Until I finally get what I deserve.
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Anxiety Wants To Be Depression
PoetryYou know those things you hear or maybe the things you think, Well those things have joined together, They wanted to be clear, Can you deal with this? They know u can't. Anxiety wants to be Depression don't you think? Fight it, But how, Fight it no...
