ID card in my pocket
Like dog tags
Between the teeth of soldiers
We bleed the same
You petals; me prescriptions
The fight's the same
Yours of adversaries; mine addiction
I'm hooked on the pain
The cuts, the burns
Our wounds aren't the same
It's never mattered who bled more
The demons came knocking
We opened the door
Wave goodbye to the world
We don't live [here] anymore
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After (2024)
Short StoryIt's a story about recovering from depression. My journey to stay happy after a long couple years. I write mostly poetry. If you want to read more about my struggles click my profile, I have one published story detailing my 2023 year. It's still har...
