You can't escape from what's inside.
Up and down on this depression ride.
I get high and fall even further.
Depths of hell, it's not even torture.
I'm a monster, I already know.
I give up and I let go.
How can you live when you're already dead?
Laying in a coffin is like laying in bed.
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Empty Expectations: A Collection of Poetry by Chloe Stadler
PoetryI've always referred to poetry to help me get out of a slump. Many people have asked me to make a collection of my poems. Here it is for those who want to read some of it! Let me know your favorites! Poetry written by Chloe Stadler. Do not plagiari...
