Not entirely true (Talking to a trusted person helps too)

Every cloud
Holds lightning and hail
Silver linings
Are mere illusions
The future is rough
To mimic the past
It is what you know
Because
It is what you live
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Anxiety rises
Depression swirls
People become sources
Of apprehension
Attempts to bond
Leave you open
To pain
And suffering
That you know too well
*
The cheerful try
To clear your air
For both you
And them
Words of optimism
With no pain behind
Stabbing
And grinding
Into your hidden agony
*
People mean well
They also hurt
The price
Of being social
All must pay
Yet some cannot afford
Falling
Into emotional debt
Only seeing red