I understand. No you don't.
I know you. No you don't.
I promise you'll be okay. No you don't.
I'll never leave you. Yes you will.
I love you. No. No you don't.
Lies.
Lies.
Lies.
Lies.
They're all lies.
The "mean well" kind of lies.
The "meant it at the time" kind of lies.
The "say anything" kind of lies.
The "I don't know what else to say" kind of lies.
They say them.
You say them.
I say them.
Everything is all just one, big, wishful lie.
Lying is like a wish, we all want them to be true.
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To Be Depressed
Non-Fiction"If you think about being happy, you'll be happy." "Don't be so pessimistic!" "Everyone else can get through it, why can't you?" "Attention seeker!" You trying feeling like this then, if it's so easy... This is just my views on depression, a "taboo"...
