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It's all a mask

A simple shield

I smile

I act really and truly happy

I help people with their problems

But what about me?

Why don't I get help?

Just because I don't tell people all of my problems

And I don't flaunt my depression around

Doesn't mean I'm not just as sad as the rest of them

I want help

I need help

Otherwise I'll remain a walking travesty

And I'll never be what I know I can be

And I'll carry this piece of shit they call a heart around for the rest of my life

So please.

When I tell you about how sad I am

Or how I feel like a can't hang on anymore

Don't rant about how you're feeling the exact same way




Listen to me

And help me

While I can still be helped

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