Trying to find the energy to push past this wall of discomfort, trying to find the strength within my soul to move beyond it. I struggle to make any progress against this wall that suffocates my brain, as this wall drives me slowly insane. I punch and kick and push against this wall that doesn't even move an inch, as I fight against it. This wall seems to close the distance, giving me less room for comfort, as this wall keeps getting closer as I'm stuck behind it.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry 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.
