I write because i can't express the way things make me depressed.

Not aloud atleast, so on pages i unleash a beast.

Everyone is under the impression that i don't feel, that alone makes me reel.

The silence started after i was betrayed. My friendships seemed so frayed.

And this is where it all began. And just like that there was noone to hold my hand.

Life is bland.



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