Living with depression
Is like watching people
Around you breathing
But instead
Your blue lips inhale
Words of self-hatred
And you know you should
Be able to fill
Your lungs with fresh
Oxygen like everyone else
But you can't
And the worst part is
People mistake your chest
Frantically rising
Up and down as breathing
When in reality
You're suffocating
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
