My Page :D
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Thread Topic: My Page :D
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I had a sudden realization at school today. I dont know why but I stood there thinking about my f---ed up life and I thought depression is like having a headache. You take painkillers to take the pain you are feeling away when your head hurts but it doesnt stop the disease manifesting through you. When you are depressed people give you advice and tell you what to do, but it doesnt stop how you are feeling. It doesnt stop your mind giving up on you. Eventually you die in both circumstances because you or someone else ignored the real issue. That is what hurts the most." -Imsoaloneimsosorry
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To This Day- Just wow. .-.
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And in just sitting here dreading your silence.
Wishing to hear your once angelic voice.
Wishing to take everything back and be thy normal person I once was.
Wishing to take the scars away.
Forever having this feeling.
Forever having the look that's so distant in my eyes.
Forever wishing this was just a nightmare.
Forever wishing I wasn't me.
Forever wishing sweet things.
Forever wishing this would stop.
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I feel sometimes depressed, But i sometimes don't express it. I go to light to lead me.
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Lol. Sorry if I'm annoying you.
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It's not.
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Okay.
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I don't want to hurt anyone. But I always seem to do the opposite. .-.
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I don't want to hurt anyone. But I always seem to do the opposite. .-.
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I tell people I'm just tired, but in fact I'm just depprsed.
I tell people I'll be fine tomorrow, but I know tomorrow will be worse.
I tell lies everyday, And I know I'll not be able to stop it by myself. -
My neck hurts. :c
Stupid floor. -
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be happy with myself. I worry that if I can't be happy with myself, Then nobody will ever be happy with me, and that just makes me even more paranoid. It's a cycle, insecurity, unconfidence and dIffidence. It's all a cycle And it's destroying me.
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There's nothing wrong.
There's nothing right either.
Maybe there's nothing at all.
Just this pain in my chest.
That will soon be replace,
By this pain in my wrist.
I'm writing a poem.
This pencil is too sharp on my scarred wrist.
Then ink is blood red.
The crimson liquid rolling down in pain.
Though there's a smile on my lips.
My reality is dissolving.
It's dying as I find myself in your arms.
No more scars.
Just like how it used to be.
The liquid is falling out faster.
Making my head spin around.
Killing my dream with you.
Returning me to my reality.
The where you walked away.
I'm back to feeling nothing.
A little sting on my new poem.
A new scar on my chest.
A new vision of you.
A new me. -
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There's nothing wrong.
There's nothing right either.
Maybe there's nothing at all.
Just this pain in my chest.
That will soon be replaced,
By this pain in my wrist.
I'm writing a poem.
This pencil is too sharp on my scarred wrist.
Then ink is blood red.
The crimson liquid rolling down in pain.
Though there's a smile on my lips.
My reality is dissolving.
It's dying as I find myself in your arms.
No more scars.
Just like how it used to be.
The liquid is falling out faster.
Making my head spin around.
Killing my dream with you.
Returning me to my reality.
The reality where you walked away.
I'm back to feeling nothing.
A little sting on my new poem.
A new scar on my chest.
A new vision of you.
A new me. -
*The ._.
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