Tilbake Tilbake: Depresjon


In many eyes I am perfect.

In many eyes I am perfect.
I am what people expect.
No scar and no mark.
I am the light to everyone’s dark.

In many eyes I am perfect.
Can you see what my mirrors reflect?
I can be whatever you need.
Can you see me bleed?
I am young and carefree.
Is there something wrong with me?
To my family I always try to shine.
I find myself drowning while I pretend, I am fine.

In many eyes I am perfect
But if you ask me, I will deflect.
I don’t want to admit that something is wrong.
That sometimes I don’t want to be that strong.
I want to scream, and I want to cry.
Sometimes I think that I want to die.
I wonder how long I am going to be able to hold on.
Because sometimes I wish that I already was long gone.

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