A hectic day
I wonder if it will continue this way
Where I have to stop myself and doubt it every day
Or I have to rush to the bathroom to let the suffocated tears out
And wash the blood that comes out of my mouth
Or cut myself through weekends so I release the numb in me
Thoughts in my head are heavier than it seems to be
Or simply distance myself so no one sees that I exist
Guess this is the only choice because I know I will never be missed
Will I die at the end and riot in my grave?
Or will be there a savior to take me out of this place?
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Behind the smile
PoetryMy pen is my release It's an orgasm to my soul -A collection of poetry and articles about my personal experience with depression.
