I hide myself
From others who are free
I don't want anyone to see the wealth
Of things my thoughts have done to me
I hide the pain, I fake the gain
In this dangerous race that is survival
No one can know, my thoughts will reign
They'll only see once it is too late, my body mangled, out of place
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Depressing Poetry
PoetryI found out that writing depressing poetry is actually like a really good coping mechanism??? Like I wrote a few when I was having a panic attack in class and it worked like wonders anyways here they are sorry for anything that like flows weird or...
