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I smile through my depression.

I feel it burrow, I feel its' strength.

I seem to make all the wrong decisions.

As it takes its' toll on me.



I cry aloud, inside silently,

desperate for a cure.

Trying to make things right of my life,

for now I'm so unsure.



Never have I felt this helpless,

independance torn from me.

Never have I felt this torn,

without a clear path in reach.



I smile through my unhealthy fall.

I fail to see my future.

Names and faces pass through my mind.

As I hurt, I hurt them further.



Relentlessly I abuse my faith,

fall further from who I was.

Never knowing who I am,

for a cure there must be a cause.