Once I wasn't born
And we weren't there
Once I had no family
But death's gloomy stare
Once I got out barely
No one seemed to care
If anything they hated me
Watched me with despair
Once I didn't want to
They pulled me away
Privilege to live
No choice but to stay
Once it was all perfect
To a stranger's eye
Pain, sadness, and fear
Tears that wouldn't dry
Once I was a mistake
Something had gone wrong
Had to put up a fake smile
Beautiful and strong
*Unfinished
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The Dark Days
Short StoryThis is a compilation of works I've been making while going through depression. Main motives of these are feelings of being lost or misunderstood.
