I am two in one
at home i am calm and reserved
when i step out my journey begins
i put a smile on my face as i walk into school, greeting my friends.
i do my work, get good grades, and laugh along with my friends.
im not funny, why do they laugh at me?
i get home and i return back to my room where i spend the rest of the night, only coming out for dinner.
and then i repeat the same cycle.
i feel robotic.
its always the same, i feel like im not even living.
like this is just a game, a simulation, once i finish ill be done.
i feel like im not living, im just breathing.
my thoughts dont feel like my own, my movements seem unfamiliar.
my writing isnt mine, my laugh is strange, i feel like im watching someone live out their life.
when i get hurt it brings me back to myself temporarily.
the pain shocks me back to normal for a few days.
then it starts back up again.
i feel like im floating above my head witnessing.
im not myself.
i put up my mask of being interested and happy.
but as i return to my house it leaves as quick as it came.
my alternate me gets flipped on when i see my first person.
im truly me alone, writing on my stupid computer drowning in my own self pity.
i think i might have a few issues.
i dont know what to do, everyone in my life has assumed that ive gotten better since last time.
im not
i think its worse.
im getting the urge to hurt myself again, and its hard not to even though ive promised so many i wouldnt.
im supposed to be strong and happy, im supposed to be the girl who got better.
ive been in denial of my mental state.
it feels like theres a wall in my brain.
i cant seem to break the wall and experience emotion when im alone.
i just cant move forward.
its a mental block stopping me from feeling content.
its always there, i cant get rid of it.
ive ignored it since November, but its getting harder.
the walls getting thicker and taller.
i really need to hurt myself again, but i really dont want to.
im lost, confused, and have an overwhelming feeling of nothing in my heart.
i feel so guilty that i feel this way, i get so much love and care but feel none of it.
i feel like such an asshole.
i know my parents love me, but my heart doesnt believe it.
im so ashamed that i dont feel okay.
its so annoying that with support i cant feel okay,
you know that wall im talking about?
it only comes down when im sad.
i feel the tears flow over the wall and flood my eyes.
but it doesnt give me emotional release, crying hasnt released my emotions since i was eleven.
i dont know whats wrong with me.
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My depression has ADHD.
PoetryHi, i'm a girl. an average student who is going to be completely bluntly honest about how i feel.