I'm hiding the tears in my eyes, much to my surprise. I've been waiting months just to cry. But now they feel like something to keep me tethered to reality. Something to let me know that there's still a part of me feeling that pain, that it's not going away. At this point I'm excepting the hurt and letting it affect my worth. Keep trying. Keep holding on. These words can only reach so far back into that courtyard. The Nothingness will soon disappear and if not I'll still be here. I know that I've written a lot today, but I still don't feel as though it's as much as I could say. There's this and more and you mean the world to me. Don't let yourself give out, even in fear and doubt. Just keep holding on for today and stop living in yesterday.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
