Tears.

I cower away from loneliness.
I'm so fucking scared to be alone.
I can't help these feelings that build in my chest,
all I can do is hope for the best.

Every day I feel so afraid,
that everyone will leave me.
Then someone comes and takes my hand,
to show me how to see.

They tell me what I want to hear.
And it's so damn sincere.
They really have no idea,
how it helps me to be here.

I've thought about just ending it,
But I never really try.
Because I think about that person,
and then I start to cry.

I'm a very emotional person,
I deal with my life in tears.
No one said it hurt to cry.
It doesn't take back years.

Not only children can get choked up
over the smallest and biggest things.
I happen to be one of the ones that
has a different way they swing.
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Depression