I've been trying to avoid the word ' depressed ' because it means too much to me, it carries memories i don't want to remember, of events i will never forget, it carries within its letters the code to destroy me, feelings i thought i have left behind, and so i thought i don't need a therapist anymore, i don't need antidepressants, i am just sad and this too shall pass, and maybe i fooled myself because everyone around me could see it, i thought i was just tired, just normally sad and that no one would notice because it was nothing big, but it was written all over me, it was heard in my voice and felt in my touch, it was there between the lines of my organised mess of a letter.. and yet i managed to block it from my view, until i was confronted, not by one, not by two but by 5 different people individually, and maybe its time for me to stop lying to myself and just acknowledge my uninvited guest..
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
