by Lauren
(England)
I know what caused my depression,
The past tense made me laugh.
It's my past.
Everyone just tells me to "get over it"
I want to,
But its like there's a glass wall stopping me,
Stopping me from climbing over that bridge;
the bridge that is my past.
How can you get over something
that you can't stop thinking about,
That you try not to think about
even though you try really hard.
That you get flashbacks of every other day.
Never tell someone to just "get over it"
Do you know how pathetic,
Stupid,
Insecure,
And worthless that makes them feel?
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