Picture perfect.

Spending each day trying to heal from things you don’t discuss in social circles..

or those things your close friends seem tired of hearing you bring up time and again.

Those little pangs of heartache that rise right as your eyes flutter closed before sleep.

Keeping your mind running for another two or three solid hours.

Rest never seems to happen when your heart hurts. Rest never happens anymore.

Lonely surrounded by people that either could care less if you exist or hardly notice.

I have two solid souls in this world that undoubtedly love me and I fail them daily.

Why is it so hard to become the things I strive to be? I wish I could love more and yell less.

I want my heart to stop aching so that I can keep others safe from breaking.

Depression is a cruel shadow. It lingers and never leaves.


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