I feel like a burden. And a mistake. These tears keep welling up behind my eyes. I wish that something would stop me from hurting. Why do I hurt so bad? The pain is agonizing. Terrifying. But it's fine. I'll be fine. Everything will be fine. They're so loud today, yet at the same time utterly quiet. Mom is mad at me. I'm mad at me. Damn it. Stop it. This isn't how it's supposed to be. I'm supposed to be okay. I have to be okay. I made that promise to myself. Who am I to take it back now? I'm not going to do it. No matter how much they push me towards it. No matter how much I want to do it. I have to be stronger than that. We all have to be stronger than that. Who are we if we let them win? What will become of our legacy? Just another depressed teen that can't get their hormones right. Doesn't have enough seritonin released throughout. That's not how I want to go. Not now at least. I just have to hold on and be strong for a little while longer.
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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.
