Inside My Blanket

Hiding in the folds of my blanket of depression,
Happiness is very hard to find.

I long to be able to laugh instead of cry,
And throw away the fake smile I use everyday.

The constant need for the blade
Is not a call I want to answer.

Yet, when I feel happy
I crave my depression blanket.

I need its comforting folds
To surround me and keep me safe.

When I’m happy I crave the blade
And all the blood dripping down onto the floor.

I want my deceiving smile back instead of this real one.
It’s all too sweet and simple to be from me.

I’m tired of the depression,
Yet I don’t want to escape.

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