The crack of bones and the spilling of blood.
A fight.
But this is not a regular fight.
It is a battle.
A battle of hatred and thoughts.
Bad thoughts.
Self-hatred.
The final battle of a war.
A war of the mind.
This is not a normal fight.
Not a normal battle.
Not a normal war.
But it is common.
This war is not of man and man.
It is of man and self.
It is quiet and unknown.
Perhaps if it were known, it could've been prevented.
But now it is done.
The war is over.
The battle is done.
The fight has stopped.
But the bad thoughts won.
They weren't supposed to.
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So in case you haven't guessed, this poem is about self-no-more-life-action.
YOU MATTER PLEASE TELL SOMEONE HOW YOU FEEL <3
These poems just kinda poof in my head, I'm ok, I swear on it.
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Everything - A book of Poems with deep meanings
PoetrySo, I was in a really bad mental state and I wrote these because I was depressed. Uhm. Yeah. I guess you could say they raise awareness for some topics? But anyway... Don't forget that you matter and I think you're cool.
