Is It Me?
Secretly Depressed
Secretly Haunted
Secretly Hiding
From herself
And the truth
Behind her life
Words drowned
Out by screams
Telling her exactly
What she does not
Want to hear
That she is wrong
That there is no excuse
That she causes her own pain
Squashed under the sounds
Of relentless hounding
They do not know me
For if they did
I would be dead
By my own hand.
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