My THOUGHTS
Wtf man
Everybody actors
Who tf is real
I swear I never seen so many snakes
I swear I never seen so many wanna be
Everybody the same
Everybody a lame
You be thinking they yours man
& they the one that got the gun
At your bacc
Shit been weird
Even the new people I met scared me
Cus it like y you trying so hard
I support yah
But you don’t gotta be more for me
Who am I for you to put on a show
Y’all be playing with people feelings
That be in their healing stages
Then wanna play victim
Act as if you not the blame
Always looking at me as if I’m Shame
As if I was to blame
It’s funny how people claim they understand
When you tell them about yourself
But then do the same shit they said they wasn’t gonna do
😂 Karma a bitch
She got my ass good
But I’m done with that
Cus I was dragging
But I’m stronger than before
Wont catch me lacking
God has revealed the snakes
Showed me the fakes
Im cool on em
Can’t get mad bout shit I can’t control
Why get outta character when I’m win in the end
All my fails is why I’m still writing
Not gonna lie shit been breaking
But long I keep praying & working on sins
The weight gonna be lifted off
One day this will be a story
One day this will pass
I been trynna take off but all to the wrong paces
Got caught in my thoughts
Starting falling be-hide
Trying to stay alive mentally
People think depression is something that go away but it don’t
It’s comes & goes in different waves
Each time it different
The thoughts become unbearable
It’s becomes a big nightmare
Hard to get out of
So no I’m not lazy I’m fighting a battle
One I don’t speak on
One I fear to mention
People look at depression as a joke
But I’m here to tell you it’s real
Suicidal is real
Trying to end it all had happen but was fail task
Fighting battles you don’t understand
When people ask what’s wrong you can’t put it in words because you don’t know
How can you tell somebody anything if you don’t know
Y’all call it excuses
Y’all laugh at me
Y’all talk bout me
Some how I’m still doing great in my book
Everyday a fight
Every hour every night
Blocking out the world is easy with depression
People don’t just stop texting
Nobody to busy to talk
Depression is real nobody talks bout it
Not even me
I always blame it on my father death
Because that’s what everybody say anyway
Im this because of that
But lil do everybody know I always suffer from depression
That’s why I self sabotage
I self hate
I self harm
I self shame
Im working on it
I have my good days where I’m positive
Then it’s my so okay depression days negative thoughts
Always feeling anxious
Always feeling like somebody attacking me
When somebody give there opinion it be feeling like a threat
Sometimes over analyze things
But in the end these are my thoughts
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