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Delusions
I know I will stop being depressed some day.
That I just need to maintain hope, fake happiness, and it will eventually come naturally.
After all, it is my fault that people bully me, if they even notice me at all
If I wasn't so sensitive, they wouldn't target me.
If I die because of it all, It would be on me for being weird and different, right?
Delusional
Nobody ever talks to me anymore, but they are probably too busy...
Or maybe they don't see me, because I am such a quiet person.
I could never blame people if they ignore me, It's not like I am anything special
Just because I always make time for everyone, always try to listen, help and be there for them, why should anyone ever be there to comfort me?
To hear me? To save me?
After all the things I give, it's rude to ask for but a couple of seconds, right?
I guess I'm delusional...
I know my life will get better soon.
Everyone tells me that I just need to be patient, hold out, and the sun will come out tomorrow.
I must not be that good of a person, for no matter how much kindness I try to do, I always receive mean words, and my own tears
It's one person against 1000, I have to be wrong, right?
Am I really the delusional one here?
Yes...the imaginary life that
Yes...the imaginary life that others choose to see...their reflection of who they are. This is awesome. I quite like it.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you! :)
Thank you! :)
~Love, Poisonous