Bipolar depression sadness (Remove filter)
The Masquerade Party
The room is full but I am all alone.
Wrapped in cold loneliness,
A noisy silence burns my soul.
Under the mask I softly cry.
They want to talk to me,
I want to die.
Invisible, disinterested
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:35 pm
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