When I tell people I'm depressed,
They say, "I'm just repressed".
That how it's not real,
Because other people should tell me how to feel.
Other people don't believe how I swim in my owns thought that are a shrill.
Not just depression, but other mental disorders that kill
Anxiety is scary,
Society's eyes are heavy.
Other stuff still haunt.
PTSD is a taunt.
Mental abuse still scars,
Especially from the people you love was hard.
Being told my mother would could care less,
Saying I was a curse and not a bless.
Heading that from my own dad,
I've learn to feel bad.
Feel bad about me.
How I couldn't see.
Past all the words that stabbed.
How I still can't feel glad.
I feel so numb,
I feel like I'm in a slum.
A slum of a never ending cycle.
A pain circle.
Feeling not enough whilst not feeling at all
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Hello my lovely lemons sorry it's been so long this is another poem by my friend 🌸pastel_idiot🌸 oh her poems are wonderful hope you enjoyed
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Myths And Stars
FantasyHello my little lemons I'm new to this app and I like to write on my free time there are story's that tell of myths and magic the color that I believe still exists hope you enjoy<3
