Poetic Excuses

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Do you see that couple over there?
That is my family.

Their happiness brings me joy.
Their personalities keep me alive.

Their anger brings me pain.
Their sorrow makes me suffer.

Their stress makes me cry.
Their silence makes me bleed.

Their worry brings me security.
Their words give me control.

Being a third wheel proves I'm not alone.
Being around them makes me stronger.

Walking away makes me break down.
Getting yelled at leaves me scarred.

Asking for help shows I am weak.
Standing up tears me down.

I don't mean to be depressed.
I don't mean to be suicidal.
I don't want to be annoying.
I dislike being hated.
I dislike being ignored.
I dislike being dumb.
I hate being lied to.
I hate breaking down.
I hate failing.
I despise needing help.
I despise bleeding.
I despise the way I treat myself.

I can't stop. These voices don't shut up. This pain won't go away. This guilt won't lighten. I need help...

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A/N: This is just a quick vent. Don't think something is severely wrong with me, I am perfectly fine. I don't need help or I would ask for it from the people stated above. I am perfectly fine and calm.