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Can you feel the darkness growing?

Can you feel anxiety spread?

That eating away at your soul

Can you feel the creeping dread?

Of self inflicted suffering,

Put away the mobile phone

Stop reading shit on the internet,

We create our own depression

By comparing others with ourselves,

Why are they so handsome and pretty?

Why am I not the same?

Why are they so slim or masculine?

Why does my body harbour shame?

They’re so wealthy and so talented

Why am I so poor and useless?

Why do even put yourself through this

What’s going on inside your head,

Now you feel that you are worthless

Now you think, you would be better off dead,

A victim of false media images

And falsehoods, that you’ve been fed,

You drank the poison, you ate the shit

That is illusory and not real,

You are to blame, yes you are guilty

For all this suffering that you feel,

We create our own depression

By comparing others with ourselves,

So put away the mobile phone

Stop reading shit on the internet,

If you can’t separate what’s real or fake,

Then don’t subject yourself to this

Or you will go on suffering each day.