hello, my name is depression
hidden in the back of your mind
i tell you not to tell others so they don't worry
and that you'll be just finehello, my name is anxiety
you said, "there's a monster inside of me"
you're not referring to me, right?
because i love you, but oh god, i don't know if they dohello, my name is schizophrenia
i know you can hear me
let's disable reality
one more timehello, my name is suicide
you're already dead inside
if you can't deal
make what already feels fake unrealbut that is not my name
i told them it
yet they still treat me the same
i am so sick of thishello, my name doesn't matter
it's not like i'm the mad hatter
it's not like i'm gonna kill you in your sleep, darling
the way i'm hurt doesn't even matteri am not hurt, i am fine
untreated depression but i am alright
anxiety sneaks into my bed at night
i hear voices, screaming so lightbroken and bruised
but i refuse to lose
got a lot of stuff on my mind
can't stop thinking at this timei am not fine.
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Writings
PoesíaAnything and everything. Most of it is bad. I wrote most of it when I was like 12 and being abused or recovering from it lol