Something To Fear
I hide it from you,
And I hide it from them.
I act with a clue,
I act like a gem.
I hide it from you,
And I hide it from them.
I act with a clue,
I act like a gem.
This is so how I feel...trying to not let anyone know but not saying anything. It eats you up inside.
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She cuts where no one can see,
No happiness is the only weakness in me.
She hides the pain,
Although it's almost making her go insane.
I know so many people,
But do they know me?
They recognize the face,
but that's all they ever see.
This really touched me because this describes me almost perfectly. I am someone who has to hide who I am, and there was only one person I didn't have to hide myself with. That person sadly...
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I am a pet writing of its pain..
I am a teenager living a life of shame
I am your sister making a good impression
I am your daughter hiding her deep depression.....
That is me too. My best friend is never there for me, so I found a new one who is there for me and understands.
Nothing.
everyday I wake up feeling like my world is upside down...
I lay here crying
asking why me
you must really hate me
god why me...
I will be your crying shoulder hun. My life sucks too. People hate me like what the f**k did I do to deserve this....ya baby girl I feel your pain
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If I told you I was okay, would you believe me or even care?
Can you see the strong upheld girl who is always happy?
Or can you see the darkness and sadness that overtakes her?
When you look into her eyes can you see the pain or the horror?
I am a 13 year old girl currently. I, I guess you could calk me bipolar. I don't even understand myself. I would like to remain anonymous because I despise attention. I don't have a very good...
One night, I looked up and saw all of the stars.
Then looked down at my arm from which I bled thick, red tears.
Thinking about how I could have been with you if only I tried.
Why didn't I?...
I am living a life where no one bothers to come and wipe your tears, I am living a life where there are just black mascara lines running down my face and red tears dripping down my hand, I am...
I lie in my bed, lost,
My soul covered with frost.
As I start to shiver,
My soul begins to wither.
Beautiful poem. Wow, I can tell you wrote this poem from your heart. I love it.
Depression is an ocean
A sea of emotions
Depression is a war
A constant battle within yourself