They said the despair would get better.
They said the darkness would lift.
They said my depression was mild.
They said if I ignored it, it would go away.
They said that I was going through a "phase".
They said it couldn't get worse.
It's been what seems like forever.
Nothing has changed.
There is no sign of change for the better anytime soon.
It just got worse.
I would ask for help...
But I'd just get more lies...
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