| The Fire of My Depression |
| Tears well up into my eyes as I slowly walk away, Even the smallest words you said tore into my heart. It doesn't take much to make me feel this bad, I just feel like I've been pushed away and ripped apart. My fire of my depression always seems to fuel itself, burning bright with the flames of my emotions. The fuse that starts the burn is rather short, and once it's lit can't be doused by the largest ocean. My heart sinks down as I hear talks and laughs, everyone is happy here but me. There was once a time where I just took it all in stride, and accepted that it's the way that it must be. I've pushed this problem down my entire life, I can't just put this thing back into hiding. The time has come for me to solve my great big problem, and no longer my time I will be biding. All my problems seem to sit and fester, hidden up in my mind's holes and shelves. I've come to the painful and difficult conclusion; The one who hates me most is myself. |
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