A darkened path,
A sadness that lingers
And I start to wonder, is the light I see
My salvation or a train headed towards me?
And then my mind strays
And I start to think, what do I want more
The sun or the train?
If I'm being honest I'd welcome the train
But saying that out loud would make me sound insane
Saying that out loud would cause my mother pain
But if I'm honest I'd choose the train
If I'm being honest the sun isn't for me
And if I'm honest death doesn't scare me
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Chapters of Me
PoetryStruggling with depression, these poems are my late night thoughts and my internal cries. They are all the chapters of me.
