hello depression.

Aching throat.

Aching throat.

I hate crying silently, hoping

tomorrow will be better, &

even convincing myself that

it'll be better, when deep

down I'm just so sure it'll

be worse, or just the same,

but never better. I hate that

aching pain in my throat when

I try to trap my sobs,

watching my tears stream. I just sit

there, & stare at the

depressed person in the

mirror, that was once known

as the 'happiest person alive'.

I'm still convincing myself that

things will be better, I hate

the way my lips are a straight

line, my eyes emotionless,

because of the wall I've been

building. I hate the way my

hands pull at my hair. I just

want to shout because of the pain, when in reality

I'm numb.

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I actually wrote this in the summer, I was crying so bad I wanted to write what I felt down.