There will come a day
When I will no longer be able to hide what I have done to myself
There will come a day
When my secrets are exposed
There will come a day
When I will be valued by what I have done and not what I am
There will come a day
When I will no longer be in control
And that terrifies me to the point where I can barely funtion
my gosh this is crap
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PoetryEditing | Translating To German If you see any mistakes please inform me. Poems. That's it. Probably about depression. [Uncompleted] Cover by; @MysticalKittie
