I'm not shattered, just gently bent,
Sanity teeters at the edge, a delicate cloud.
My mind delves deep into shadows of despair,
Thoughts entwined in inhumane snare.In the twisted corridors of my thinking,
Depression's grip, steadily sinking.
A heart that beats with a hollow sound,
For no one, in silence, it's tightly bound.~a heart that beats for no one is just a biological machine, nothing more~
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Masked Melodies
PoetryPoems and verses which uncover depression and ideals. Basically a teenage mind that rhymes.