My smile is made of pain
My laugh is one of a broken soul
My heart is made of darkness
My memories haunt me
My imagination tortures me
In the stillness of the night are silent tears
In the depths of my being is anxiety
Behind my locked door is depression
Despite this, I’m still sane
So don’t tell me that I have an easy life, because you have no idea of the pain, brokenness, darkness, haunted memories, mental torment, tears, anxiety, and depression that I live with every day.
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