I hate how you laugh when I cry.
I hate how you watch me bleed.
I hate how you cheat, then lie about it even when you know I know.
I hate how you give yourself scars 'just so we match'.
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Depression isn't something I like to talk about.
It always makes me feel small.
Depression can control me, for that I must be weak.
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People stare because I laugh
When there's nothing to laugh about
I know that if I didn't laugh
The tears would all spill out.
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I tried to be 'badass'
it didn't work
I tried to be good
it made my head hurt
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They won't understand.
I feed myself on wishful thinking and willpower.
Crawling, reaching towards the most delicate of flowers.
Hunger comes and goes, but here to stay;
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Skin tight jeans over thighs that never touch
Skin tight tops over ribs that jut
Skin tight, stretched over bones ill-fed
But we are not quite skin-tight enough yet.
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My social worker and counsellor have found this page. I'm sorry.)
They
They took my heart
They took my hand
They took me to
The promised land
They set me free
They let me be
Now you must say
Goodbye to me