It's the monsters within me that suffocate all my hopes and dreams.
Despair.
That is what they leave behind to fill the empty voids left inside.
A smile is what I wear as a part of a distraction from the nightmares that haunt me.
A smile is what they see as I'm slowly digging my grave a bit too deep.
A smile is what they'll remember as she reaches for help on last time before slowly drowning within all the voices she heard inside.
Inside is where her secrets lie, deep, deep inside she weeps.
She cries.
But no one listens as her smile pushes them all away from digging in further.
And now she lies there all alone questioning everything she's ever known.
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Depression Diary
PoetryA diary that I write in whenever I feel depressed... It may be dark at times but that's just the way it can be
