It is a strange feeling, you know
Foreign.
It's something I never thought I would feel
A sky I would never be able to soar in.
It feels different
As though life is seeping back in
I don't remember this
It is an unknown feeling born within
It was non-existent in the past
I never knew what it meant
It felt like a broken arm without a cast
And all I wished for was to be moulded without a dent.
But it is the dents that expose our true beauty
It is the dents without which we don't exist
It is the dents which end up making us happy
It is the dents that pull us out of our very own abyss.
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A Destructive Soul
PoetryThis contains both poetry and prose, often written while overthinking or severely depressed. It slowly progresses into becoming better, and highlights how I overcame depression. Hope you like it! WARNING: Trigger (self harm, suicide, rape, anxiety...
