Dead people don't talk
But alive you were silent
In my feelings I sulk
In my mind I am violent
You try to overcompensate by compulsively lying
I don't know what to do
But it's feels like I'm dying
I guess I'm the only one with a heart
Because it's me that's always crying
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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!
