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Loosing Myself by YoungOne88, literature

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Loosing Myself

Its not just me who feels like they aren't good enough. If people were to actually look at me they'd realize I'm not that tough. If they would only glance a second time. Then maybe my life would be worth a dime. I know my situation is easier than others. And I feel as if I'm complaining right now. But people don't notice especially my mother. And right now I refuse to bow. If people could only see. The side I hide of me. It would make it easier. So I wouldn't have to be cheesier. This is how I feel. Maybe soon I will be able to heal.

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Depression by Whereismymind3288, literature

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Depression

Lay down your right to be human. Put on a dazzling smile so that no one can see your pain. You hide it all so well, but underneath your shirt you can still feel the scars. No one knows what it is like to be you. Your smile is but one in a billion, A mask that you wear to ward off the questions. Your scars are your war paint, But this is a losing battle. You are sent to face the demons all alone, though they will never leave your side. So keep that pretty smile steady, And don't let one tear drop from those stormy eyes. Put on your war paint and go out into the world, where your smile makes you just like them.

Depression by A2sHaTo, literature

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Depression

I'm tired of being here, all locked up in my head. Every day I hear a whisper, and I'm closer to being dead. Something taps me on the shoulder, something I can't fight. When it talks in that low voice, my eyes are shut so tight. Once it gets to a cetain point, and I'm still sitting on the ground, it tells me to do things, I'm trying to ignore the sound. Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence, and I can hear a hint of sorrow. Even when it's telling me, I won't live to see tomorrow. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to do. I'm still hearing it now, and I'm still suffering too. I can't tell what its weak

Depression by pixijane, literature

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Depression

I've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple. Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression: You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you wi