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🎶 Well I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself. 
And I don’t make a sound but my eyes scream out help
And I start to struggle to hold myself back, 
From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass
And I’m tired of falling for girls that don’t care, 
And breaking my back to try to make them aware
That I’m more than DEPRESSED and their time won’t be wasted 
But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.

Feeling Blah

Do you ever go from texting someone everyday to realizing you’re always the one texting first, so you eventually stop texting first to see if they’d ever even notice that you two haven’t talked and they don’t realize it so you’re just stuck there silently missing them knowing it’s not even worth it anymore because they obviously don’t care.

This voice trying to convince me that the situation is much worse.

The echoes of his voice are like sirens, by so just a curse.


Lost in this other dimension I created. Somewhere between delusions, the war begins.

The battle behind quivering lips, the unspoken flooding within.

Like seeing for the first time, I don’t recognize the person in my skin.
- Sameera Alshaikh
(at The Human Impostor )

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