Friends always ask, "Are you okay?"
My constant reply is,"Yes, I'm fine." While putting a smile on my face.
What you don't know is that,
My mind is screaming for help, but it has no mouth, so it will suffer alone.
My lungs are breathing; sometimes I wish they would just stop.
My mouth twitches up into a smile; If you looked into my eyes, you would see it wasn't geniune.
If you cared, nothing I do would seem genuine.
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Depression Poems/Quotes
PoetryI know, my account is basically dead. I've just been having some rough times lately and I don't expect any sympathy. These are all my own original quotes and if they seem relatively similar to someone else's quote it was not purposely done.
