I'm stuck in the middle of depression. Always wanting to sleep and escape the day. But I'm the only one that can help myself out of this mess.
It’s hard, I’ve hidden myself behind a mask for so many years that I don’t know how to take it off. Saying that I was “Okay” or “Fine” when really my insides are screaming, “Help me!”
But I ignore it. Just like how I ignore all of my other feelings, by escaping, by sleeping, by reading, by writing.
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Poems By A Teen
PoetryThese are the thoughts that wake me in the middle of the night. They have sat in my notes for years and now I want to share them.
