Drawing.
Drawing helps me think.
Helps me cope with the pain.
The heart ache.
The depression.
Sometimes it isn’t enough.
And I cry.
And cry.
Cry myself to sleep.
But silently.
So no one can hear.
No one can hear me be defeated.
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Life In A Poem Book
PoetryThis is my poetry. Please don't hate on it but votes and comments are really appreciated. Thank you <3
