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My heart was pierced, it bled to death,
I succumbed to the pain, I gasped for breath.
I sought a way, but ended up lost,
Empty and void, no matter the cost.
Even if I run, no escape from the ache,
The pain follows, no matter how I break.
Tears fell when the clock struck twelve,
Drowning in sorrow, no one could help.
Each day feels like a mournful cry,
I awaken but refuse to see the sky.
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Echoes of Grief: A poetry collection during my depression
PoetryMy relationship with my father was far from ideal. Growing up, I never received the love or attention I needed from him, which created an emotional distance between us. I felt lost, without the paternal guidance I longed for. Then, in 2020, during t...
