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i get screamed at a lot.
not because i didn't do the dishes
or i didn't take the dog out.
but because my mind is a tsunami
of unhealthy thoughts.
and i isolate myself in a room,
so i can keep to myself.
i may look happy
i may look proud
but i will never be enough for you.
wanting to stay home,
and not go out and party,
drink, smoke,
does not make you a loner,
or different.
seven hundred and thirty days
since I last saw your perfect teeth
and heard your musical laugh.
seven hundred and thirty days
since you combed through your hair
and got ready to start the day.
seven hundred and thirty days
is such a long time.
but its felt like so much longer
since you were not here to
experience those
seven hundred and thirty days.
Rest in  peace, TJ.  Sep 1, 1999- Nov 7, 2015
Depression is that one friend
who is attached to you by the hip.
The one who bugs you,
Points out the insecurities you carry
You ponder on the thought
Of being free,
Not having to live with this leech
Inside of your head.
Tearing, breaking, crumbling your mind.
It breaks you,
Mentally and physically.
A war is going on in your own head
It will win.
I'm sorry I can't get out of bed in the morning.

My head is so full of thoughts, always a mess.

I'm sorry I'm quiet a lot,

I don't like to talk in front of my peers.

I'm sorry I'm distant a lot.

I feel like I disappoint everyone who I know.

I'm sorry I'm sad, and have to go to therapy.

I can express my feelings there, when I'm sad.

I'm sorry I want to end my life,

Things just aren't the same anymore.
Don't let someone else do the honor
of making your heart gleam with joy.

Don't let the words, spoken with negativity
affect the way you walk down the street.

Dont change yourself,
because society says you should.

Make yourself proud
Make yourself happy
Be you.
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