I feel the weight crashing down, amplifying the agonizing sound echoing all around. A sound that fills my ears with fear, a fear of why I'm even here. I struggle to find reason as the weight continues bearing down on my world, a world that feels stifled and bound. This world needs to be set free so I can be me, but this weight keeps crushing me.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poesíapoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
