Thoughts 6
"I feel like I’m drowning in my own poison. I can’t breathe. "
I’ve learned to fake happiness. But my eyes contain enough suppressed tears to give me away if anyone just bothers to take the time to look at them and ask.
Maybe all those things I do to other people are driven by hope — hope that someone deems me worthy enough to be heard, to be understood.
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Depression Thoughts
Poetryde·pres·sion /dəˈpreSH(ə)n/ feelings of severe despondency and dejection. •state of being sad
