It just hits you like a bus. Glass flying and creating scars that can't be erased. Your mind slows down and you have set your eyes to a camera that has film in it. Every moment getting filmed and then keeping it because you can't take out the film. You can only play it again and again. Nobody told me about the real world. What lies ahead and what do you do when you don't want to tell. Simply don't tell....but you'll regret it. Show somebody the film...if they laugh they aren't a real person on the inside. They are just a hollow body with electrical currents running through the jar. The younger me can't forget. The older me can remember. The ponytailed girl I knew is now gone...she has been gone for 3 years. Nobody told me that there's a possibility of having a permanent film. It seemed fine at first but now it's not fine. It's not alright... but smile anyways. Nobody told me having a camera for eyes. Why did nobody tell me? I don't know why... but I tell others to prevent them from having a permanent film just like me
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My Depression BOOK
PoesiaDeals with depression and some other stuff. Talks about stuff that happened in the past and stuff that is still going on. It's pretty sad
