Mirror mirror on the wall who's the hurtest of them all? With this pain and grief filling my face as the light fades from my eyes. I see no hope when I look at you. My heart can't even handle a steady beat, my eyes can barley resist the tears that sit on the edge. My small thread of a life was once so strong and beautiful but is now cut and withered from the touches of the wrong people. My thoughts just full of things a person should never be able to understand or feel. The peace and the love I crave is nothing but a small memory. The voices in my head fill me of my misery as they have no faith in this pathetic heart. I beg my heart to stop, to stop trying to just never beat again before it is crushed once more. The hint of happiness I manage to find is in another life of a characters in a book and even they aren't real enough. I spend most of time in my head for living in society is too dangerous. For those that look upon my face they will feel the pain... but they will never understand. Mirror mirror on the wall who's the tirdest of them all?
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The Battles of Depression
Short StoryThings that I wrote when I was down maybe a few of you will understand may even help some of you who do.
