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I wrote this a bit ago when I was going through depression. Poems are the deepest part of me.

My heart is crying 
My head is pounding
Depression, anxiety 
I hate it all
 but it has claimed me
all my insecurities 
I'm so sick inside
just it isn't killing me physically
My mind is sensitive 
yet Broken inside
I'm losing my mind 
Or so I think 
so cold inside 
My brain my soul 
so damaged 
Yet nobody cares 
Nobody seems to see 
they cover up in lies 
They only see the positive 
Yet I am hurting 
and Nobody sees me 
I just want to be heard 
I want the voices out of my head
My insecurities they feed on me 
I can't breathe 
too far down 
I want to cry 
I want to scream 
Yet I can't drop one tear 
one sound 
I'm perpetually silent 
I can't live 
I am so done 
I am so tired 
How do I get better 
If the person i need to escape is myself 
Gods I wish to bleed 
to feel alive again 
to stuff away the pain that wells up in me 
I want to be okay 
I want to be able to smile and laugh 
without faking 
But nobody notices 
its like I am invisible only seen from myself 
Nobody see the true me
I try and try 
But I am lost 
I am lost and nobodies coming for me.