To: Depression 2
From: Depression 1
To my dearest questioner of the world,
Sometimes I think you think too much,
And in your head, your thoughts get swirled.
Your brain is filled with curiosity and examination
And this is most times good, you see.
But somehow or another you always end up feeling lost in frustration.
And this, my dear questioner, is not a good way to be.
You aren’t good at circulating what you feel, I know.
But sometimes it makes me sad to think that you’re sad on the inside,
And that you feel like a burden if you were to ever show.
High School is close to being over, it kind of went like a breeze.
And just in case you were not aware, or it never crossed your mind,
I went through living hell at that institution, and you helped put me at ease.
I will never forget when we were at the beach and I was explaining to you what Prozac Nation was about. And you suddenly stopped in your tracks.
And my eyes started to well up.
And you stared because you knew.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
To: Depression 2
From: Depression 1
To my dearest questioner of the world,
Sometimes I think you think too much,
And in your head, your thoughts get swirled.
Your brain is filled with curiosity and examination
And this is most times good, you see.
But somehow or another you always end up feeling lost in frustration.
And this, my dear questioner, is not a good way to be.
You aren’t good at circulating what you feel, I know.
But sometimes it makes me sad to think that you’re sad on the inside,
And that you feel like a burden if you were to ever show.
High School is close to being over, it kind of went like a breeze.
And just in case you were not aware, or it never crossed your mind,
I went through living hell at that institution, and you helped put me at ease.
I will never forget when we were at the beach and I was explaining to you what Prozac Nation was about. And you suddenly stopped in your tracks.
And my eyes started to well up.
And you stared because you knew.
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