Uselessness depression
Is nothing I do right?
I scream and cry
And bleed in the night
But you don’t hear it
Nobody hears it
You don’t see it
Nobody sees it
Slowly tearing me
From the inside out
I die within
With no words of comfort
No one to hold me
No one sees me, the real me
For I paint on a face
Of falsehood and lies
So well I do it
Not even you can see
The miserable soul
Just beneath the surface
I die...
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