This world is so big
Yet it is so small.
You can be anybody
But you can't be you.
People like fake
Yet fake is too fake.
We can't decide
What we really want.
We can just hide
The pain away from their eyes
Because once they see
That you are broken
They'll break you even more.
There's nothing people enjoy more
Than watching someone else hurt.
People truly are heartless
Nobody cares about you.
Yourself is the only one
You can trust and rely to.
But what to do when you can't?
When you are you enemy,
Your prison and burden,
The only thing you can do
Is bury that burden.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
