I woke up dead today
I couldn't believe that finally
I wasn't me anymore
I collected my masks
Scattered around in my room
And buried them deep with my past
I walked in the street naked
With my burning face
My tears of joy numbed my pain
The city was full of people
But no one recognized me
I was free, free of myself
Free from all of my hopes and fears
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Words of Depression
PoetryI have been struggling with mental health issues with many turning points in life, since I remember. I learned to mask my real-self early on but world wasn't gentle enough for me to be accepted. I was finally diagnosed with Bipolar and some of its c...
