Maybe it is time to accept the darkness
Create from it
Or it may burn me in return
Will the darkness kill?
Or let me flourish?
Harsh words spoken
Creating a spiral
Maybe it's time come to the reality
Depression is knocking
It creeps in slowly
Ooze it's way through
Every nook and cranny
Until it's to late
It's a shadow of oblivion
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Internal Woes
PoetryPoetry that contains life experiences. childhood trauma, a woman battling anxiety and depression. Thank you if you choose to read this. If it's triggering to you it's okay to not continue reading. Your mental health matters.