I know that I've lived a good life, that I'm blessed and I shouldn't be depressed, but I've compressed all my feelings and now I'm a mess.
I have so many feelings, I want to spill them out into the open, but there's a lack of serotonin that causes my anxiety to spike.
It's just like my head is underwater, but my body is flying high above the clouds.
And I don't tell anyone, cause I don't want to come across as annoying or selfish or greedy for attention.
Yes I want your attention, no I don't want your pity, I don't want to be told that what I feel is invalid because I've lived a good life.
That there are so many more people who are out there and are so much stronger than me, who have lived a much worse life than me.
I'm told when I cry that I'm weak.
I'm told I'm weak so I don't speak.
I'm told when I don't speak to speak up.
I'm told when I speak up that I'm dumb.
So I cry and the cycle repeats.
"Crying makes you weak"
"You're feelings are invalid"
"Why are you here if you won't speak?"
I'm here because I didn't have a choice, I never had the choice, will I ever have the choice?
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Broken Dreams Club
PoetryJust a series of things that run through my head. It might be jumbled, but I'll do my best to fix it. It'll basically just be a rant, but it might sometimes be a poem. And I do have anxiety and depression, which is what most of these will end up bei...
