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Poetry

Struggling with depression, these poems are my late night thoughts and my internal cries. They are all the chapters of me.

Tell me, why?

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by rebelwithoutacause

by rebelwithoutacause

Has the world always been this crazy, or is it me?

Has the silence always been this loud?

I fought my emotions,

I beat my demons.

So tell me why I'm stuck in the same position,

Tell me why I miss the voices. Two roads lay ahead of me.

One of golden light, one of hellfire.

I beat it all,

So tell me why my soul craves the fire.

Tell me why the light burns and the fire feels like home.