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The burning hate,
So severe, everlasting,
The hate you take everyday,
That you absorb,
The burning hate that you despise,
The hate,
You hate the tired, the draining exhaustion that burns,
You can't get rid of it, no matter how much rest.
You hate the pent up anger
That you release into the world to handle,
But you don't care,
But deep down under the hate, you do.
You hate the sadness,
Almost
You have too many emotions to tell.
You are alone, no matter how much someone loves you.
You are alone, almost scared.
Almost.
You hate the confusion,
The haze you live behind,
Your mind,
A prison.
Every night
You dread the next day,
And what lies ahead.
Sleep heals,
But hardly does it help.
The heartache, stomachache, muscle aches,
Pain to the bone.
Pain,
Inside and out,
Merciless, unforgiving,
Indescribable.
You forget what it's like to
Smile, laugh, be loose, be fun, be social,
Be what you used to be.
And that's what you hate the most
Is the stress,
The hair yanking,
Indescribable stress.
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Wandering Words of a Perpetually Depressed Teenager
Poesia"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...
