Today will be a good day you tell yourself hoping it will be true.
But it never is.
You rather die then get out of bed to face the day.
Whatever happened to that happy girl you ask yourself as you lay there in bed.
The one that thought everything was just fun and games.
The one that used to be so happy all the time over nothing.
What happened?
You got sad, got depressed.
Now everyday is a living nightmare.
Something just broke inside of you.
You make doctor appointments,
Hoping it will help.
They just give you happy pills to take at night.
They don't work.
One day you just get so fed up.
Just sick of all the pain on the inside.
How you can never seem to let it out.
You don't want to keep it in any longer.
1 cut.
2 cuts.
3 cuts.
Next thing you know your whole arm is covered.
People would say,
Your arm isn't paper so don't cut it.
But paper is boring until you cut it.
Right?
You can't choose to be this way.
It's a mental disease you have to live with every single day.
You may seem okay to everyone on the outside,
But really, you are being torn to shreds.
You have to hide behind a mask so no one figures out your real identity.
People say it will get better.
You know it won't.
It will always be this way.
Even if it gets better it will still be there.
In the darkest corner of the mind.
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The Darkest Corner Of The Mind
PoetryPoems that I feel that everyone in a dark place or have been in a dark place can relate too. To depression, to telling your younger self to change it's way so it doesn't end up like you. If you have any recommendations to how I could improve it then...
