Those days/nights when you just sit there and break down realizing how lonely you are and
no one even cares...
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But at night I'm not alone. It's me the dark and tears...
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Depression doesn't just happen at night. Some times it's in the middle
of a laugh and it just hits you and you stop laughing.
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me: I'm depressed.
others: you're overreacting
me: I cut myself.
others: It's for attention.
me: *kills them self*
others: We didn't see any 'sign'.
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(this is long)
don't tell me that I'm beautiful until you've seen the marks on my skin and the ones on the inside on my heart that I hid
don't tell me that I'm strong until you've seen me break down time and time again until the tears no longer come.
don't tell me I'm a good person until I push you away because I promised myself that you are like the rest and will get tried of me. don't tell me that I'm lovely until you see some of the nights are like and the terrier that some times posses me, seen my sob and question "why me?" until I run out of air and collapse. don't tell me I'll get through it until you've seen the demons inside my head that refuse to be silent. but if you've seen that dark side of me, the scars the pain, the voices that whisper in the day and yell in the night and the darkness that lurk behind my smile and still think of me as beautiful. then maybe...just maybe...I believe you.