hidden I like to pretend the bad days don't happen the days where i count pills and red lines And I like to be alone on those days Because no one likes to believe what they can't see And i like to act like my #depression is an anomaly and most people believe that because you see, I am really good at hiding this For everyone forgets the forest for the trees Because when my dark days come Its a nuclear bomb drop The thing is about hiding the bad Is that it drowns out the good, no matter how good And people are so suprised when I tell them I want to kill myself and i feel so awful about it Because forget that no one knows that I feel this way all the time, a slow forgettable burning to me A punch in the face to them, a dirty reminder
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