No one had the nerve to tell Me,
Just how difficult it would be
To try to be Myself
And not the Me I pull from the Shelf

Today they said I should be Happy
But tomorrow is so Melancholy
How can I feel for today,
With what looms for tomorrow?

They say I have so much to live for,
But I've lived through so much
Ten years of tendencies to leave
Seven years, seven different pills

The constant feeling of a relapse
Always peering over the edge
Looking at the bottom, so soft…
But knowing how hard it can be…



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