Why am I not anyone's first priority?
This question haunts me..taunts me..
Makes me feel worthless and useless..
I share my problems only to end up as nothing but a mere burden or a laughing stock..
My heart breaks..
I laugh outside and cry inside...
I am not good enough for anyone..
I show my weakness, they tackle me right there..
Why the person, who's important to me, never the person to whom I am important?
Why is it that there's no one "I" am important to?
People see the happy, loud and weird me..
They may or may not like it..
But I know, they'll not even spare me a second glance if they see the real me..
The broken, depressed, vulnerable and sensitive me..
I want love, Not ignorance..
I want peace, Not pain..
Because no matter what people say,
When you are broken,
Pain is never gain..
Its the worst thing ever..
Its staying alive with it...
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Depressed
RandomLows. Maybe this is just to see if all of us, who've known what it's like to be depressed, feel the same? Maybe just a book to see and feel that I am not the only one... Maybe just to know that we are not alone... PS: please don't read it if these t...
