The tears I try to hold them in. The tears are for the future I know is ahead of me. The future where I lose you.. to all the rumors. But it's fine they're just rumors, only rumors. How long can I hold on? I don't know who I am anymore. Rumors so many rumors I can't even see straight. I want to see the truth within the cracks rip and tear away until I can embrace it and never let it go. Feeling it sinking into my skin a feeling so great I crave it but then the rumors come back. They rob me of this feeling I crave. I'm beginning to lose my sanity, my life is becoming nothing but a lie? My life just a rumor created from the lips of an enemy. Have I finally lost myself? But no I can hold on right? I can stay strong I'll defeat these rumors and laugh into it's hate. But what if I can't? The rumors are consuming me even I catch myself starting to believe them. No I have to scream fight away these thoughts. Please please leave me alone! You beg me to let you help me but deep down I know you can't, maybe nobody can.
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The Battles of Depression
Historia CortaThings that I wrote when I was down maybe a few of you will understand may even help some of you who do.
