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This isn't some high-paid, high school commercial.
say? I don’t
know how to tell
you I’m not okay. This isn't a high
with depression. I’m not an actor.
I talk to
I’m living in
a glass cage. Where people are looking in
life. Do you see
what I see? Do you choke down bitter pills?
I’m a shadow of a smile, floating on
highs of a
good day. I am not perfect, as you can
want to be
heard. Let my voice
ring loud and clear, before it is silenced.
down in this cold
coffin you built me after you found out
What can I say?
Rate and review, y'all. I mean, if ya like it. Depression makes a person very creative, eh?