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I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live everyday.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, and almost impossible task,
Is finally over, so I lie down,
And wait patiently for the day that I die.
I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep
Even though I have promises to keep.
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more,
And I ache and burn from my very core.
Then, I'm not alone, and the mask reappears;
Out goes the grief, pain and all the tears,
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.
Of course, I'm not okay, I'm not fine,
No matter how much I seem to shine.
I don't even know why I feel like this...
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss.
But it is, and will be, so I cling to life,
As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife.
But. I'm still here, no matter what my dreams might say.
And I hope that one day, I will actually be okay.
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Wandering Words of a Perpetually Depressed Teenager
Thơ ca"What you must understand about me is that I'm a deeply unhappy person" ~John Green I've struggled for the better half of my life with depression and social anxiety disorder. I wish I could go back. Back to primary school when feelings just consiste...
