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Hailey McMullen Apr 2017
I found heaven and hell in you.
Two worlds colliding, manifesting only
a whirl of confusion in my brain.
You brought love and peace
into my life, followed by a world of lies.
When we came together
God and Satan danced, creating
beautiful chaos.
Hailey McMullen Mar 2017
You don't see what I see.
A beautiful human being whose body I'm eager to explore,
because a body like yours is one that I adore.
As we wake up next to each other, I see the sunlight dance off your skin begging me to come in.
Let me in.
Allow me to explore and feel every surface and crevice of your body.
Hailey McMullen Mar 2017
What goes on inside my brain?
You wouldn't know cause you're not insane.
My depressive thoughts are taking control and my inner demons are taking over,
I'm sober...but I'm drunk on sadness.
Sadness that seeps through my body and into my veins
"I'm not insane" though they say,
but they don't know me anyway.  
I surrender myself to the demons inside,
Nowhere to hide
but behind this mask I've created for the world to see.
It's not the real me though.
Beneath this mask is the face of someone lost.
Lost in lies.
Lost in sadness.
Lost in love.
And as I try to fill this void the hole gets bigger, making it harder for me to stay happy.
But what's happiness anyway?
I'm not insane. I'm just me.
Hailey McMullen Mar 2017
Listen to me, talk to me, tell me what I need to feel.
This isn't real.
You push me away when I get close... and now you see
we're drifting apart and losing me, A piece of who I am and it does't matter to you because you don't care.
Inhale my depression, exhale my suppression.
I keep everything in because I'm afraid.
Afraid of me. Afraid of what you'll think of me.
You do the same though, so I guess it's okay for you. Just not me.
This isn't fair...what you're doing.
I keep falling. Falling deeper into this state of depression that I can't escape, and these thoughts keep knocking on the door.
Keeps me wanting more.
Though the more I suppress them the more I lose a piece of myself.
I feel like I'm becoming less human.
But that's okay because you are too.

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