I don't know how to feel without the depression
At least that was familiar...
This fake, medicinally induced happiness is messing with my head
I know it's not real
I know because when I don't take the pills I fall back down into the darkness
Again willing to slash my wrists and take that leap...
I hate that it takes away my feeling
I don't know what's real
But I know that I still want to die...
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My Depressive Mind
PoetryThis is merely a collection of my thoughts, a glimpse into the insanity that is my mind. Enjoy. *TRIGGER WARNING*