Am I depressed
It's hard to confess
Never had a diagnosis
But I passed every test
Negative outlook
Even when I do my best
Crying all the time
Feeling guilty
Feeling stupid
Sadness wants me like a crime
But why? I'm so useless
Suicidal thoughts enter my brain
So I sleep all day
To numb the pain
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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!
