Sometimes,
the world crumbles around me.
I'll be fine and then I won't be.
Just like that.
That quickly, my entire life changes.
I become engulfed in this storm raging inside
my mind.
I forget how to smile,
how to laugh.
All I know is that I'm not okay.
I'm not okay at all.
All I know is that the pain in my head
somehow becomes pain in my body.
My muscles ache and
my limbs become weak and heavy.
My mind spinning a thousand thoughts
into one single moment of emptiness,
and yet I keep it to myself.
A secret kept to the grave.
Fear takes over and silence ensues.
My struggles are my own,
not the cares of others.
Why burden anyone with
pointless shit that even I can't
make sense of?
So I just lay here.
Alone.
This body is a coffin,
and I'm buried alive.
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Perfect Depression
شِعرThis is for the girls who have the tendency to stay up all night listening to music that reminds of their current situation. Who hide their fears, hurt, pain, and tears under their smiles and laughs all on a daily basis. The girls who wear their hea...
