Every new day is another day lived and another day closer to death.
And the days seem longer and harder to get by.
I'm trying believe me I'm trying,
But it is so hard when you feel alone
When you feel like you have nowhere to go
Less and less excites me
And more and more upsets me
I long to not worry
I long to not be anxiety-ridden as the time passes
It'd be nice to get a break
A sweet sweet escape
Until then I'll live
With the depression infused blood that runs through my veins
And the pieces of my heart that is sunken in my blood
And the voice in my head that consumes every inch of me until I finally reached maximum pain.
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Inner Thoughts
PoetryThis is just a compilation of my innermost thoughts and feelings.
