Depression
I see tweets and posts of people saying,"Talk to me if you are depressed."
But when I acutally do they say I'm a teen who's bipolar obsessed.
They say I just want attention and it'll be in vain
Then ironically they ask why I always hide my pain
My thoughts are the slow poison that feeds my heart,
Killed my ability to speak so I just express through my art.
The silence becomes a danger when the demons make the entrance,
Circling and whispering till I loose all my awareness.
They ask me what's wrong and say they wanna help,
I just feel so empty, I don't know myself.
It's easier to fake it than tell the whole story,
We become lovers of our masks till it's too expensive to bury.
But there are people that want to help, people who don't just feel sorry
And you'll find them so there is no need to worry.
Fight back with like a warrior that the demons can't stand your decision,
Because sweetheart you are not depressed, you are battling depression
2020-06-17 16:35:17
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