i was searching for your cold hand in the dark,
pretending all your exquisite sonatas wasn't just a lie.
sweet words scattered across the strawberry field,
like fruitful honey they clogged my ears. silent voice echoed in my head resembling a hollow bark,
as a vulpecula i am chased by wildly dogs on the north sky.
sunken eyes lowered my face reflecting the lake's surface in the tears
they flooded my lungs like a dense wave, craving to breathe i cannot find air.
my body in your arms as the embrace of death,
cries for help but you promised im safe
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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...
