depreasive

Sabes que se siente perder a la unica persona que te importa en el mundo? Que te hace sentir viva? Que al momento de despedirte sabiendo que la volverias a ver esa semana no importaba llorabas por dentro o aveces hasta por fuera por no querer dejarla?
Yo sí, asi que por favor en mis momentos depresivos no me digas nada.
A Poem I Wrote On My Anxiety: Deserving Justice.

Your chest is closing in on itself.

It’s that moment when step was
Nearly missed.

It’s that moment when the chair
Nearly falls back.

It’s that feeling that everyone
Is staring, judging, silently telling
You that you will never be good
Enough.

It’s that feeling that all your
Flaws are present for the world
To judge.
And there is no good in your hideous body,
Personality,Actions.

It’s that thing.

That stupid.
stupid.
Stupid.
Thing.

That thing that make
Closes the walls in on you to Suffocate you.

That thing that reminds
You of all the bad of the past,
And that people could hold a
Grudge.
That they might just be pretending
To like you.
It’s all an act.

That thing that says
That all words that pass
Are idiotic.
The thoughts are ridiculous.

It reminds.
It lies.
But it doesn’t lie.
Or does it?
Doesn’t it tell the truth?

No,no,no.
No.

It must tell the truth.

It must.
It does.

You never listen to
Lying voices.
It must.
It does .

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Are those moments,
Are those feelings,
Are they punishments?

They must be.

Wonder ,
And Wonder.

What have you done?
Fear not,
You will know.
It will comeback to you
Faster than the
Speed of creation.

You did something wrong.

It will hit,
And It will hit.
And It will hit Hard.

How could you?
Of course,
This should be no
Surprise.
You did those things.

But then.
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Wonder.
What.
Else.
Have.
You.
Done.