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DepressionYou see the scars on my arms, yet you’re not alarmed
You see the pain in my eyes, that you can’t deny
There’s a mask that I wear, yet you’re unaware
You see that I wanna die, yet no one wants to care
These scars on my arm, you know what they are. They’re not from my cat. No, they’re in a pattern. Some are newer than others. Some have long since scarred. It hurts when I do it. It hurts so fucking much. I cover myself so no one sees the bleeding. You look at me odd. Yeah. Yeah you know what they are.
You look into my eyes. What do they look like to you? Do they look perky and shiny to you? Are do they look dull but you don’t want to know? You don’t want to get involved. What I have is not sadness. It’s not just gonna go away. It’s a prolonged pain, that kills me everyday. Every breath is a battle and every thought is a war. And I don’t know how much longer I can last.
It hurts to wake up. It hurts to move. For every single