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The pain doesn't show up on my face,
but it doesn't mean that I don't feel sad.
I often feel like i'm worthless,
even when there's nothing bad happening.
This feeling just wears me down...

Nightmares would repeat themselves in my sleep,
frightening me by the time I wake up.
I don't want to encounter that bitch ever again!
Someone hold me tight when I sleep...
The dreams about him are so comforting.

Those pills are never meant to take this pain away.
I should have realized that months ago,
but I can never find another escape for it.
My eyes tire from staying up during the nights;
this depression has held me hostage again.