Tears

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Have you ever cried yourself to sleep at night?

Have you ever drowned in your fears?

Do your thoughts ever hurt?

Are pills not enough?

When you're alone do you think : I wish i was someone else

Have you ever tried but continued to fail?

Do you wish you could take it all back?

Every bad thing you've ever said or done?

Was it fun?

Or was it a nightmare?

Do your dreams ever put you in a place where you can't get away?

Where you are trapped?

Angry?

Afraid?

Do you ever wish that your mind would stop playing tricks?

It says : You're fat, you're ugly, not worth love

Do you ever wish that there was a way to rise above?

To stop being afraid and blaming yourself?

To stop hating what you see in the mirror?

To see things clearer? 

Have you ever wished that you could fade away?

Leaving behind all the false 'love' and true hate?

Have you ever wanted to be left alone only to find it makes it worse?

Have you ever thought: is my life a curse?

If you have I know how you feel.

Depression is a disease and it's very real.

It doesn't go away for all the idiots who say : get over it or hurting yourself is never the answer

The people who have it know... 

That in an instant you can go from excited and happy to wanting to die

And every time you shed a tear 

When nobody is there

When it seems like nobody cares

They know how it feels to be rejected

Neglected, and abused

How it feels to be afraid of yourself

And what it's like to wish for the end 

But they also know that it's an everyday battle 

And it really pisses me off when people say :

Hey are you okay? when there are tears running down my face

Or get over it.

And the worst one of all: stop being so dramatic, stop faking this

To the  idiots of the  world who don't understand

How would you feel if you got hit by a van and could never walk again,

And we said : get over it, or this is just a phase 

Maybe some people don't agree but for me this is how it is

I take pity on people who don't understand,

But at the same time I'm glad they don't,

Because if they did...they'd cry too


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