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Wandering Words of a Perpetually Depressed Teenager

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depressing feelings poetry teenager

"What you must understand about me is that I'm a deeply unhappy person" ~John Green

I've struggled for the better half of my life with depression and social anxiety disorder. I wish I could go back. Back to primary school when feelings just consisted of happiness and complete joy. Where secrets were just about who kissed who behind the slide. Not a fake smile to please your peers. Instead, I grew up, and the feeling of complete emptiness has completely devoured my mind. They're a constant reminder that I will never be what everyone wants be to be, that instead I am everything they feared most. A sad, unreachable being, that will only ever just exist.

 I've always had a difficult time putting my thoughts and emotions into words. Not only are these words describing my mental health but also many other troubled souls. Many of these were written when I was at my worst, on the brink of tears. Tears no one would see...because I keep that side of myself locked up. Only to be opened when I am at my  darkest of times.

A Perpetually Depressed Teenager,
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