Sorry it’s been so long
since I visited your grave
depression got a hold
and turned me into it’s slave.
I locked myself away
from prying eyes
afraid that they wouldn’t
believe my lies
that I was okay and just a bit
under the weather,
a few days in bed
and I would be much better.
The truth though,
is a lot harder to face
not knowing if I belong
in this God forsaken place.
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