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A Suicidal Mind.

Years of depression
Only worsen as time passes
Like planting a seed
Roots grow
Gaining strength and reinforcement.

We learn to cope with anxiety
It doesn't mean it disappears
Hidden well,
Yet it doesn't seize to exist.

A presence invisible to all
Underneath a clowns painted smile
Hides a hidden
Truth.

A part of me is suicidal
I don't mind death
My life as I see it is
A pointless puzzle.

~Yours Truly,