I stopped searching for a diagnosis
I left my google searches of "how to be happy" behind
I gave up on "fake it 'till you make it" when the smile on my face couldn't deceive others anymore
I let go, and fell into the spiral - I couldn't have avoided it, any way. It was inevitable, why postpone it?
I just live as a human, rather than a person, now. Spiralling until there is nowhere left to fall.
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
