REALITY
What ever happened to our youth.
We used to be so happy running around in the sun
without a care in the world
Living in a utopia
a life with no worries, but then reality sits in and we realize that life is not the world of our dreams
Hanging ourselves because of words from others, Slut, Whore
Trying to mold ourselves into the perfect image that society strives
Slicing our wrist because we can´t take the judgment anymore
Breaking down from stress from school
Parents not believing mental illness exists
You are FINE they say
But what if you are not fine
What if you have no escape
What if you are in a deep dark hole just going through the motions of everyday
Depression, it is not just a word
it is a reality
it is a lifestyle
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