We are attached to the words, that twine our soul with a rope, dragging itself behind the spirit, like an empty wagon. We all bear the names our parents chose for us, but we have never thought, that they are just a bunch of letters to elicit our reaction. Why can't we determine what this command should sound like?
YOU ARE READING
depressed teen's note
Poetryeach chapter is a piece of my mind. my goal was to show that nowadays people no longer maintain such close relationships with each other and are more prone to depression or other mental disorders. although this phenomenon is increasing in young peop...
