Fake smile, check;
Fake stories about my day, check;
Real pain, hidden.
Real tears, hidden.
Real emotions, hidden.
Who I am, hidden.
...They wouldn't get it.
Lots of people don't, why would they?
Almost three years later and they still don't get it.
Don't you love depression?
I can't wait till they figure out what I'm up to. (Sarcasm)
Back to the hospital I'll go.
And this time I wont get out.
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