My heart bleeds for
joy and my mind
cries for help.
I wish, I wish, and wish
some more,
but it's hard to be happy.
I might wish,
but it never comes true,
so all I do is live with
the pain by being the pain.
My body feels,
but I don't know what it is.
My heart is broken,
but what's the reason.
I smile but I'm not happy.
I don't cry,
but I feel like I want to.
I'm like a tree.
They cut me,
but I don't make a sound.
Although I need air,
sun and water,
I feel dead inside.
Sometimes I wonder if
I'm really alive.
Samantha
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Anxiety & Depression
Random"You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again."
