Depression isn’t true, my dear
Depression isn’t real.
It’s just a silly tragedy
You’ve forced yourself to feel.
Anxiety is fake, my friend
You wonder why it’s there.
But others have it worse than you!
Stop forming false despair.
Cutting is dramatic, love,
It’s ugly, and it’s dumb.
Why not just get over it?
Is the attention fun?
Suicide is stupid, dear,
And selfish, if I may.
Get over yourself, darling,
Can you hear these things I say?
Why aren’t you replying, love?
Oh, where could you have gone?
I never meant to hurt you, love,
Did I say something wrong?
Why aren’t you replying, dear
My Good Heart Chapter 7 (Part Two) by VelvetPersona, literature
Literature
My Good Heart Chapter 7 (Part Two)
*~My Good Heart~*
By the time the royal family reached Nyanja ya Mbinguni, night had begun in earnest. The mountainous orb of the mysterious structure shined as mesmerizingly pure as the moon itself, and the citizens of the Pridelands who became enthralled and curious about the great white light stood around Nyanja ya Mbinguni’s perimeter. They talked and gossiped about the strange happening as they awaited the actions of the royal family.
A few Shujaa policed the area, making sure order was maintained amongst the congregation of animals. “F-family!” Asherah approached with Ayodele at her side. She quickly nuzzled her nep