'friendship' 'friends' 'depression' 'anxiety' 'love' 'emotional'
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Walking down the narrow path,
No glimmer of light in sight.
What do I do to solve the complex math
That is my mental fight?
Hope is my light,
But it doesn't feel right
The Outside The Inside
I smile So that they won’t see that I’m dying
I laugh I hope they won’t see through the chaff
Oh, fuck you, you shitty fucking bitch.
When you needed me I was always there.
But now, you've discarded me like
A loose piece of hair.
Like a used tissue, nothing more to gain.
Circles turn into squares and yells turn in to whishpers
you start shaking losing the control you thought you had
your words turn into mumbles
and people quest if you are okay
To my best friend,
It’s been awhile,
And I think it will always feel that way,
No matter how much I talk to you.
