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Pop My Bubbles of Depression
These are thoughts i cant define. Thoughts that scare even the depths of my mind. Shallow days bring no joy. Im scared to wake up i think too much. In a time i once was happy filled with laughter i know me. One day where am i but gone. My body is in the mirror but who is that soul. The only feeling i have are the wetness of the tips of my fingers tracing my tears. I try to block out this person who came in. But even what once made me happy is no longer my friend. My friends are the thoughts that echo my head twisted little words wishing i were dead. But in my heart i find whats left a family i love..for that death is not spoken of. One bubble popped and i see some soul. Of a person i once knew long ago. i learn from this i just have to find whats left of me and take it and grow it like a vine. Hard to break apart its path for it knows where it goes and pushes not slacks. One day i was me the next day who is she. Where does it hurt i ask its everywhere. Can it be cured if only i care. Pills can help says the ads dont want that to change you im scared say dads. A professional person might do the trick but what if it doesnt and i still fell sick. I do i pop my bubbles and the bubbles leak outta my skin and outta me. I look in the mirror and i see someone i know. Its the bubbles i popped giving me back my soul.
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