No one knows the past I had.
No one knows the tears I cry at 3 a.m.
No one knows what I go through.
No one knows what I do to myself behind locked doors.
No one knows what my razors use actually is.
No one knows how I break down with the one word that you said.
No one knows what I hide under my long sleeves.
No one knows how I see myself in the mirror.
And you know why I don't tell them?
It's because no one cares.
No one cares about my feelings.
No one cares if I live or die.
No one cares if I'm not there there.
No one cares if I smile or cry.
No one cares if I'm dead.
No one cares about me.
No one cares about my emptiness.
No one cares about my emotions.
No one cares if I'm alone.
No one knows me at all.
No one cares about me.
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This Disease Called Depression...
PoetryNormal people wake up to get away from their nightmares.... I go to sleep to get away from mine. ___ I'm alive yet dead. I'm breathing but I'm suffocating. I'm move but I'm still. And I'm waiting till I can become a corpse and let go of all the dar...
