Depression

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STUPID ME

STUPID ME

Thanks for making me
Feel less
I mean I all ready feel
Like shit
Your painful...

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Who Cares?

Who Cares?

As day follows night so begins a new dawn,
and starting anew there’s a life that is born,
and...

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little dark girl with the...

little dark girl with the kind eyes

muted mouths
centuries old
skin cured
to crisp
teeth sharpened
gnawing...

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THE DARKNESS YOU CREATED

THE DARKNESS YOU CREATED

You made me hate myself
All your words killed whats left of me
Now I hate myself
...

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Depression

Depression

I hate you
Always making me cry
I only wish I wasn't sad
All the time
You come...

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DON'T LET YOUR HEART...

DON'T LET YOUR HEART BE TROUBLED

You feel heavy ladened...

You feel as though the fight is yours...

You feel you're going to...

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Sixteen Sentences

Slowly sinking south of sanity
Sitting slumped, sick and stressed
Silently screaming, sobbing...

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You’re nothing Jess

I’ve tried.
I pushed every last inch of breath out of my body to make you happy,
It wasn’t...

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poem

this poem is beginning
yes it’s beginning now.
why did i start like this?
hell if i...

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Smile

the things we say,
the things we do,
it’s almost impossible
to see them through....

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Comfort Zone

Comfort Zone

I don't like people.
But I don't want to be alone.
So you keep me company.
But now I...

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bitter

bitter

the clock strikes
at the sound of my rage
i beg solitude
scream over my demons!!...

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Guilt

Guilt

As I walk through the cold night I see the stars glittering in the sky, the moons light pressing on my back...

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Dazed State.

Dazed State.

I am here, but I am not,
Walking around in a daze with just this one thought.
I feel sad,...

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PTSD

PTSD

Blood dripping ,
From walls to walls
Chasing demons through razor sharped doors ,
...

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Hatred

Hatred

why do I hate myself?
Why do I drown in my past sins,
and kill myself with my own spite?...

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Mask

Can life be as we make it, or is life having its own way?
Every day I ask myself that question of...