The world seems
To be put on pause,
At the dead of night
When everyone is still asleep.
The earth keeps moving - but life is still -
People tucked in, dreams fill their heads,
While I lie awake,
Abandoned by sleep.
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Echoes of the Deep
PoetryA collection of poetry I've written over the years dealing with my journey through depression and self-harm. It's a mental health journey. (Also, I've Updated the cover! Final Edition) Trigger warning: lots of my writing is a bit dark - deals wit...
