And depression is empty,
Not beautiful screaming,
And poetic crying.
It's consuming and heavy,
Like an endless black hole,
But people like it better
When they pretend it's romantic
Because nowadays, sanity is dead
And depression is craved.
But when they want a girl
That offers shy smiles
And occasionally cries softly
A girl that picks daisies
And is misunderstood
A girl that fits their image
Of what depression is
How do they feel
When they only get me
And I can offer
Nothing.
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— the truth about depression ; E.D
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PuisiThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
