Sometimes I wonder if ill Ever be happy with myself.
I Worry that if I Can't be Happy With myself,
Then nobody will Ever be happy with me, And that makes me paranoid.
It's a Cycle really,
Insecurity, un-confidence,
And Diffidence.
IT'S ALL A CYCLE AND ITS DESTROYING ME.
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She hurts and she cries, but you can't see the Depression in her eyes,
Because she just smiles
And she laughs
but you may never get her back.
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Music speaks what words can't.
Bottled up inside are the words I never said,the feelings that I hide and the lines you never read.
YOU ARE READING
In the Darkness.
PoetryPoems that are of suicide, The feelings that I can't hide. So if you decide To try suicide I'm there for you Your there for me We were the best that we could be But that isn't up to me. What you choose And what you do That is only up to you.
