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Talking about it is still hard
But keeping it together doesn't makes you any better
It is not a phrase or mood swings but something serious
I feel suffocated, ashamed and embarrassed
Why did I have to be like this?
Everything is okay on paper
But nothing is right inside my mind
All I see is hopelessness and grey
It is a burden pulling me to the ground
I can't seem to bring myself out
Living has become a constant nightmare
It's hard to breath through the moments
Survive through the moments I wished I was dead
Get back up after wilting like a flower in a garden
Growing from the same parts which once bled
It robs you of your hope and happiness
I am afraid of this world
I am afraid that I will get controlled for something I can't control
I am tired of being crazy
I am tired of being worthless
Two biggest lies i am tired of telling
' I'm fine ' and ' everything's going to be okay '
I am so sick of it so I create a wall
That's so high that you can never see my pain
I create this character who is happy and paints a smile on her face
It is easier than admitting that I have a problem
It is hell inside me
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It whispers only one thing - death, death and death!!