This.
This is it.
Lowest point I've ever been.
70% depression 30% anxiety.
How long haven't I been myself?
How long hasn't my smile been genuine?
How long?
It seems like forever, an eternity.
More like all infinity.
I can't keep this charade up, it's too much for me to handle.
How can I go back to my old ways? Back to the old days?
I can't even describe how it feels or what it is that I feel.
It's something like emptiness, loneliness.
I've failed myself and everything I used to believed in.
My only goal right now is to be at peace with myself.Love from Mars.
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Love from Mars Vol.1
Poetrypoetry for the lonely, the deppressed, the anxious, the angry, for the broken hearted.