I feel it deep inside my chest: and it hurts. It hurts so much, but maybe it really doesn't. Maybe I'm convincing myself that it hurts because I'm afraid of feeling nothing at all. Numbness is more miserable than pain. I don't want to move, I just want to stare at the ceiling and be alone. I am forcing myself to smile today. Today is not a good day. The worst part is, I don't even know why. I don't know why I'm like this--I have no reason at all to be sad. If anything, I should be happy. This is what I hate the most: I don't have any reason or anything to blame for being depressed. I just am. And I can't take it.
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PoetryMy soul within rages like a sea--it crashes against this world like the waves ravage the shoreline.
