Mom: You never do anything for me.
Me: I fake a smile, I hide my problems for you to avoid you getting stressed, I cover my cuts and scars, I don't talk to you so you don't have to put up with me, and I pretend to be mentally stable.
You think I don't do anything for you now?
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Depression Is A War
Poetry**TRIGGER WARNING** Now guys this is where I post all my feelings, thoughts and stuff going on in my life. I'm so sorry that this Is going to be bad. I need to put all my feeling somewhere. Again, I'm sorry. These can also be poems about depression...
