I never understood suicidal thoughts
Until I allowed my feelings a voice
Not constantly pushing them down
Masking, ignoring
Feeling them is exhausting, excruciating work
If one piece of my puzzle fell apart
I might fall apart too
It’s difficult living for others when they could leave you
I want to live for me,
I want to learn to enjoy the horror of a broken heart
Cause it’s supposed to mean something right?
It’s supposed to mean I’m not dead inside
It’s supposed to mean I’m human and feel for other humans
It means I’m sensitive and want to help
It’s easy to help others, sometimes selfishly to forget I’m not helping myself
One piece of the puzzle, if it goes
Will I have the strength to persist?
Sometimes I wish I hadn’t opened this Pandora’s box
Beautifully written and so very eloquent about a facet of Depression that most people don’t even know exists.
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Thank you I appreciate your words.
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