Me and my former selves have no place to be. There’s nowhere to be when you’re always sinking into a depression you’ll never be without.
I keep looking for someone, anyone, to help me but no one sees me searching for help. No one cares about me enough to help me.
I’m alone in these struggles. You have your friends and I have my depression. You fake being something better but I see your truth beneath the facade. I know you’re not as wonderful as you think you are.
I collapse into myself, uncertain about everything, no one to save me from the thoughts that fill my mind.
Nothing is as it seems. Your religion is a lie. You fake so much until the walls fall around your fake houses. You pretend to be so much better than I am but your life is a joke.
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