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How do you explain depression
To those who don't understand?
When even those you love
Simply cannot comprehend?
I'm too tired to sleep.
I'm too tired to wake.
Going out makes me sick.
I feel myself deflate
More and more every day
In spite of all the love around me.
Even those that mean well
Make me think, "Leave me be."
A smile frozen on my face
And a laugh forced from my gut
Every day, but each night
My wrists call out to be cut.
Not because I enjoy hurting,
But because I crave feeling.
Bleeding proves I'm alive.
That so far, I've survived.
That maybe my life has some meaning.