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You know, sometimes, I feel like the rain erodes us - bit by bit - until we become nothing but smudges on this paper world...
- Mom, do rich people die like us?
- Yes, they do, sweetie. But not like us.
When you've been sad for so long, you tend to forget what a world without it is like. It becomes a part of you because it has swallowed you whole.
Depression is like being at the bottom of a well. The darkness surrounds you to the point of claustrophobia. You feel hopeless with nowhere to turn. Have faith and look up, as there is light. Look down, there is water. Look within, there is a rope.
"Ready for warfare?", my mind antagonizes.
"I wasn't created for battlefields", my heart insists.
And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.
Don't judge me. You have NO idea what I'm going through.
Phlem floods voids where flowers once grew
Love just can't survive with lack of trust.
My heart is sick with grenades.