I live in a world that's breaking, with my hands cold and shaking. I'm layed upon the ground, trying to figure out why I'm down. I don't know how it came to this, it used to be so fucking bliss. I mean I'm laying here, in my eyes I see my fear. It's tearing at my brain, I feel like I'm going insane. I'm being thrown from society, so someone please help me!
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Each scar gives me a memory, but I think I forgot what they're supposed to be. I see my pain in each one of them, but yet it still looks like a blurry mayhem. I die inside. I cry inside. So no one sees my weakness. And yet I want to scream to let them know, so I can finally let my nightmares go.
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I stand on cracking ice and then I slip under, it gets darker but i hear a sound like thunder. Is someone trying to help me? Oh I wish I could see, but it's getting hard to breathe. The light starts to slowly fade, I start to dream that I'm on a beach in the shade. It all seems like it's okay and I really want to stay. But instead I wake up with a jolt! It felt like a lightning bolt. I'm saved from my release of pain, but yet I am still .
Alright so I wrote this after I ran into an old friend and he told me about what has happened in his life. He always seemed happy and cheerful. I would of never guessed that he had been battling depression for many years. So I just want to spread some awareness that just because a person smiles and laughs it doesn't always mean they're happy. Depression is a thing people deal with and it does take lives.
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PoesíaPeople see things they relate to and keep walking through life. I on the other hand write what is relatable including pain, love and strife.
