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Depression

I can't really say I know how it feels
Cause this is a sensitive shoe
And it's not a one size fits all
But I've at one point worn that shoe
And I can say it wasn't comfortable 

It hurt me real bad cause it was tight
I felt like I was caged like an animal
Imprisoned by own fears and insecurities 
I felt like I wasn't worthy anymore
A feeling of hopelessness I shared 

It was a bitter cup of tea that I can't invite you
For it drained me to the bone
And I lost a lot of hair cause I was thinking 
Picking my brain a lot and not finding answers
Just more questions that left me questioning me 

I became withdrawn chosing to be in
That even when I was out I'd still be in
Hiding myself inside my body
Fighting a war that you'd only see in my eyes
Cause they'd break at times into tears 

I felt I was all alone in this world
Like every other person was just a bystander
And it would hurt seeing others laugh
Cause I felt like they were laughing at me
While I was hurting and nothing seemed to work 

It's like the rough patch was going though 
Was too deep that I needed repair
But all it could get was patches 
That only left some more scars on me
And I could dress up more to hide them 

My glow waned, and my smile darkned 
I could no longer see my reflection
But deep down I could tell myself
I've been here already and I can get through this 
And even though I got through it, it felt like I lost a part of me 

But that's why I keep trying to be better
Surrounding myself with positive things
Telling people that whenever I'm not myself
They give me time alone but at the same time check on me
Cause deep down I know that even when I'm alone I don't want to be lonely 

The PO£T

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