I have a theory that we're all just holding in tears always. Although some of us, like me, don't know how to let go of them anymore. We cling to them like armor, like if we release them then we'll show weakness, but you don't cry because your weak. You cry because you've been strong for too long. Maybe I'm not strong anymore. That's probably why I just can't let go of my armor. I don't need it anymore. I'm not fighting anything at the moment, other than the wretched voices, but I don't need armor to fight them. I'm just sick in the head. Figments of my tortured imagination. But, if you need to cry then go ahead and cry. It's a nice release of your momentary gloom. I remember when I'd just sit in my room and cry and it made everything feel better, I got things off my chest. Now I'm just too much of a psychotic mess.
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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.
