I woke up, but am not awake
I see them, laughing, having fun
How can they?
When here I am, not knowing how
Days passed by,
Weeks flew, I watched them and felt
There's nothing I can do.
They say I need help,
for what?, they don't know
they think I'm suffering
how do I tell them, I don't feel a thing.
There's nothing wrong with me,
I keep saying
I'll get over it, in due time I will,
It's normal to feel so still, one second
only for the next to kill
Me
There's nothing wrong with me,
will I keep saying?
-Makker
( Grade 1 is denial wherein a person usually denies having any problem at all and neglects the idea of it altogether. The person also experiences confusion to some extent )
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