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Can’t run can’t escape
Razor shards of blazing hate
An endless rage of wild rape
Screaming towards way too late
Don’t show don’t tell
Holding secrets very well
In the darkness where I dwell
Within this house of hell
Too young to be so old
Dying memories all I hold
Splashes of blood within the fold
Of which nothing is ever told
Don’t show don’t tell
Holding secrets very well
In the darkness where I dwell
Within this house of hell
None know the price I pay
Every night and every day
Praying for vision to fade away
Wishing to go yet forced to stay
Don’t show don’t tell
Holding secrets very well
In the darkness where I dwell
Within this house of hell
Razor shards of blazing hate
An endless rage of wild rape
Screaming towards way too late
Don’t show don’t tell
Holding secrets very well
In the darkness where I dwell
Within this house of hell
Too young to be so old
Dying memories all I hold
Splashes of blood within the fold
Of which nothing is ever told
Don’t show don’t tell
Holding secrets very well
In the darkness where I dwell
Within this house of hell
None know the price I pay
Every night and every day
Praying for vision to fade away
Wishing to go yet forced to stay
Don’t show don’t tell
Holding secrets very well
In the darkness where I dwell
Within this house of hell
Literature
You're Not?
You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
Literature
Depression...
No, depression is not just getting sad.
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Ignorant people.
Just.
Like.
You.
Literature
I Am
I am the shadow, and I am the light
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
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