That I'm emotionally numb.
That I give too-wide, too-bright, too-false smiles.
That I lie about how I'm doing.
That I pretend in front of everyone I know and the strangers I don't know.
That I wear this Happy Mask until I can't.
That I can't recover as fast as you want me to.
That I can't be as okay as you want to be.
That I'm so broken and frail,
you just ignore me because
what's the use of putting up with me?
I'm sorry that you can't be there for me when I'm there for you.
I'm sorry that you abandon me when I need you, even when I don't actually need you.
I'm sorry that you can't open your eyes to my pain,
But I bear yours in stride.
I'm sorry that you couldn't help me when I needed it.
Most of all -
I'm sorry that I'm my mental illness,
That every You is my own mind.
~ShySassyWolf
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Broken Pieces of a Heart, Stitched Together into One Soul
PoesíaThis will be a collection of poems I've written, with one piece of artwork I drew for the purpose of expressing how I feel with my depression struggle. Comments are welcome! They deal with depression, anger issues, anxiety, and self-harm urges. Du...
