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Depression is real, I've felt that
it's not like what you see from outside, depression is not just the post traumatic disorder that adheres your heart to the happenings of the past, happenings we long to forget.
When I was 14, I was abused by my stepfather and uncles. it really was a hard time because my mother's voice was shunned in the household. women were meant to be quiet.
the depression is that anchor of sorrow that keeps pulling at your heart, and how much ever you try, you can't get it off
the depression is a frustration that forms clumps in your hearts.
the depression is a feeling that makes you rot.
rot on the inside, and slowly rot outside too
please go water yourself before you're heart rots completely, diminished enough that no fertilizer won't being brack its lushness.
#depression #lonelyness #anxiety
© hueingbaii
When I was 14, I was abused by my stepfather and uncles. it really was a hard time because my mother's voice was shunned in the household. women were meant to be quiet.
the depression is that anchor of sorrow that keeps pulling at your heart, and how much ever you try, you can't get it off
the depression is a frustration that forms clumps in your hearts.
the depression is a feeling that makes you rot.
rot on the inside, and slowly rot outside too
please go water yourself before you're heart rots completely, diminished enough that no fertilizer won't being brack its lushness.
#depression #lonelyness #anxiety
© hueingbaii
