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The boy was as happy as could be.
A joy to everyone he would see.
Stop and chat for a while.
He could make anyone smile.
Everyone wished they could be him.
So pure he was, without sin.
But he loved to be by himself.
He had hid from everyone else.
All the smiles were in vain.
His mind was filled with pain.
He didn't know how to end.
Known not by a single friend.
Everyone thought he was fine.
He gave a smile for the last time.
A joy to everyone he would see.
Stop and chat for a while.
He could make anyone smile.
Everyone wished they could be him.
So pure he was, without sin.
But he loved to be by himself.
He had hid from everyone else.
All the smiles were in vain.
His mind was filled with pain.
He didn't know how to end.
Known not by a single friend.
Everyone thought he was fine.
He gave a smile for the last time.
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Bipolar Disorder
Sometimes I am very happy
I feel so anxious
I feel that i can do things that sound impossible
I feel so imperative that costs me a lot relax me
Sometimes I feel very depressed
I feel so empty and lost
My brain just tells me to kill myself and that hurt me
I feel so tired that I can hardly get out of my bed
And the only thing I can say is I'm sorry
I'm sorry to be a burden to all
I'm sorry to be so irritable
I'm sorry to hurt myself
I'm sorry to be me
I'm sorry to hurt my family, friends, etc.
But this is not my fault
All this is because of my illness
I'm not a monster
I'm not crazy
I'm not a freak
I'm just ill
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I (don't) want to be alone
I want to be alone
So no one can hear me screaming
So I can bleed out my pain
So I don't have to hide the problems
And the wounds
I want to stay here alone
Fighting my inner demons
With no help
Nobody to feel my pain
Nobody to fight for me
I want you to leave me alone
So you won't get caugh
In my spiral of darkness
And self destruction
Please (don't) leave me alone...
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They'll Never Know
Secrets consume my mind
Quite a few remain a mystery
And a handful some know
But there's one
One little secret
That I'm planning on taking
With me to the grave
A secret not even one year old
Dwelling in darkest parts
Of my godforsaken mind
This secret is the source
The roots
And the foundation
My trauma built and grew upon
No one will ever know
What exactly happened
On that August day
I can assure you
That I want to forget about it
More than anything
But hey, we don't always get what we want
As much as I want
To tell someone
Who would listen?
My friends?
I'm sorry, but you're sadly mistaken
They're the last people
Who I would ever want
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This hits so close to home for me. You basically did my biography.