It's so hard not to hide and stay in total in darkness,
when pain and hatred consume you from the inside and out
while guilt stands like a vile in front of every single laugh you do or smile you show or act of kindness you make.
It's so hard not to regret ever being born or even understanding how to take that first breath through your lungs or regretting ever being born,
coming out to this world with questioning eyes puzzled and dazed.
How I long to change the past and look forward to the future but I still can't, there’s so much to erase in order to come in position with the future.
This is the world through my depressed eyes.
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