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this was us.
discussing what we should do with a suicidal girl.
me: 'contemplating suicide is a lot more common than you think.'
you: 'it is?'
me: 'yes, it is.'
and then the moment slid by without further notice
this was not too strange to me
because i knew you were not depression's friend
not even depression's acquaintance.
sometimes, i doubted that you had ever met it.
[but then i remembered that you are human, and the happiest ones keep the best facades]
i knew we both had facades
yours infinitely better than mine, most of the time.
but you had no need to hide your years of being alone
you always had a new person, fresh from whatever porcelain-glass friendship they had just escaped from
who could take the title of 'bestfriend'
and take the last one's place.
[your facade had to do with the way you simply couldn't understand everything]
so maybe that's why i earned the title of being 'wise' from you.
i always seemed to understand the suicidal girl better.
sometimes i would almost become her.
[but not enough for you to notice]
should i have told you the truth--that the reason i understood her so well
was because i had contemplated suicide myself?
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Depression
Lay down your right to be human.
Put on a dazzling smile so that no one can see your pain.
You hide it all so well, but underneath your shirt you can still feel the scars.
No one knows what it is like to be you.
Your smile is but one in a billion,
A mask that you wear to ward off the questions.
Your scars are your war paint,
But this is a losing battle.
You are sent to face the demons all alone, though they will never leave your side.
So keep that pretty smile steady,
And don't let one tear drop from those stormy eyes.
Put on your war paint and go out into the world, where your smile makes you just like them.
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Forgive me Dear
Forgive me, my dear
for I loved him.
At the start of the year
I was proud of myself
This year, i said, I'd be better.
I was passing then,
scraping by
and then it ended.
I had fallen from the grace
that the summer sun had given
while the bitter winds of winter started
to take more and more of me.
I left, never went and that was
when they said finally,
"learn or leave."
So, this is when he comes in
my dear.
His eyes, his face, his love.
Where most saw a joker,
a gamer,
a loser,
I saw hope.
He
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'sanity is a cosy lie.' susan sontag
note to my friends--i'm not suicidal. don't worry about me.
critique for the written revolution---> [link]
question--is the beginning awkwardly worded? i wasn't quite sure how to start off this one...
'sanity is a cosy lie.' susan sontag
note to my friends--i'm not suicidal. don't worry about me.
critique for the written revolution---> [link]
question--is the beginning awkwardly worded? i wasn't quite sure how to start off this one...
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I like the way the beginning is worded, it made me want to go on and read more. The idea is interesting, and the way you wrote it is good. I like this a lot. 