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May 2019
I can't act like I'm strong anymore,
I can't act like I'm happy anymore.
I cry to sleep almost every night.
My heart feels heavy,
Not only at 2 in the morning.
But also at 2 in the afternoon,
When I'm surrounded by people.
Laughing and giggling and,
Happy.
Now,
I can feel my life tearing apart.
I'm right there,
Sitting next to you
Laughing,
Laughing like I'm the happiest person alive.
But can you see
That I'm actually falling?
Can you see that I'm falling down?
Deeper and deeper,
As the darkness surround me.
Can someone hold on to me?
Can someone
.
.
Help me?
.
.
Please!
.
.

Anyone?
Ayesha Naeema
Written by
Ayesha Naeema  20/F
(20/F)   
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       Colm, arthur samuel papa, Alphy, Rachel, --- and 2 others
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