I hold my breathe and count to ten
Try to suck it back
Try to tuck it in
Try to wear black so my body can blend
Try not to dance because my body doesn't bend
Try not to squint because my eyes can't see
Try not to talk because my lisp might betray me
Try not to think but anxiety won't let me
Try to let go but emotions won't forget me
Try not to die
Try not to bleed
Try not to cry
Try not to be me
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
