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How about that

 

How about this

 

pill after pill

 

cut after cut

 

and you're left in the same place

 

emptiness, you would think that the hundreds of pills you can take and endless hours of consuming bullshit help books that you would fill that hole in yourself

 

but you can't

 

life is a vicious cycle that no wins

 

people pretend that's how you play the game

 

lying to yourself everyday that you're happy

 

but would if you can't lie to yourself only to others

 

then your stuck with the other 350 million people that suffer from depression

 

wow now do you feel like you have someone there for you someone who can relate

 

i don't

 

how about when you get those amazing rush of mind numbing soul puncturing panic attacks

 

only 3.3 million american adults suffer from it yet we suffer from anxiety when we talk about are anxiety and don't even start when we try to talk about depression because when we do you will notice that after the conversation we don't feel better we like to go into our beds and talk to ourselves


 

imagine walking in a field but with every step it gets colder

 

at one point that field was filled with joy but for some reason no matter what direction plants shrivel up and you start to freeze

 

People will ask you are you ok or how are you feeling

 

and you will always answer with some lie about how everything is great and you are so happy




 

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