Dealing With It
Depression is hard to deal with.
Each day is a struggle.
Another problem could break me.
Lying covers the pain I feel.
Insecurities become prevalent and
Now I'm not so sure I
Go on.
Worlds away, it feels like,
I'm screaming silently inside.
The hell I'm living in has been my
Home for years.
In the end I know it'll be okay but why does it not feel
That way.
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