I know now why it's so hard to fall asleep.
It's because falling asleep is an escape.
An escape from reality.

And to escape is hard.


I know now why it's so hard to fall asleep.
It's because falling asleep is like a free trial.
A free trial of death.

And there's always a catch to free trials.

I find a way to relate anything and everything to home.
Oh look, it's a bag of chips.
               I used to eat chips at home.
Oh look, it's a pencil.
               I used to use pencils at home.

And each time it makes me cry.

Someone passes by me wearing perfume that smells like Mom's,
I start crying.
I see the words mom, dad, parents, home, family,
I start crying.

Am I just a crybaby?
Or am I allowed to feel sorry for myself once in a while?
Because if you were in my place, you would too.
Anyone would.
Don't deny it.

Please just let me feel sorry for myself now.
Don't call me weak.
Don't call me over-sensitive.
Don't call me a baby.
Don't tell me to cheer up.
Don't tell me to focus on the good.
Don't tell me to shut up.
Don't say I'll be okay.
Don't say it'll all be over soon.
Don't say I'll get over it.

Just let me cry.

Weak.
Broken.
Over-sensitive.
Crybaby.
Nobody.
Unimportant.

Beau­tiful.
Intelligent.
Caring.
Talented.
Amazing.
Balanced.

Words.
­They can hurt.
They can heal.
Make the right choice when using them.

My depression is a shapeshifter.
One day it is as small as a firefly
In the palm of a bear.
The next day,
It is the bear.

On those days,
I play dead until the bear leaves me alone

I'm sick of crying
Tired of trying
Yes, I'm smiling
But inside I'm dying

How do I tell you that
Sometimes I just really wanna die?
I don't even know
How I'm gonna get by
Just for one day
I wanna be okay.

But Mama don't be scared
I'm not going anywhere
I'll be here for you
I'll find a way to get through
Every single day
that I'm not okay.

I once cut my arm
Only time I ever did self-harm
Tryna keep my promise
that I wouldn't
But that day I just couldn't

But Mama don't be scared
I'm not going anywhere
I'll be here for you
I'll find a way to get through
Every single day
that I'm not okay.

But Mama don't be scared
I'm not going anywhere
I'll be here for you
I'll find a way to get through
Every single day
that I'm not okay.

One day I told my best friend
That surely this was the end
I feel like I'm dying
But honestly I'm trying

And Mama don't be scared
I'm not going anywhere
I'll be here for you
I'll find a way to get through
Every single day
that I'm not okay.

But Mama don't be scared
I'm not going anywhere
I'll be here for you
I'll find a way to get through
Every single day
that I'm not okay.

Good Enough
Why is it that when it comes to work-
Schoolwork, housework, any work-
That good enough is never enough?

But when it comes to me,
Good enough is all I ever wanted to be.
.............................................................­...............................................................  ­                                        What's the Point?
What's the point of faking, saying, "I'm fine,"
If I'm not even gonna act like it?
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The best thing about hangman
Is that it teaches you that saying the wrong thing
Can end soneone's life.