Poetry of Depression
- by Sophia Cac
No one knows.
Not her, not him, not you.
It's like a safe in a bank,
where we only fed it with more and more.
Tired of crying,
exhausted of trying.
No one knows,
a forbidden secret lurks upon me.
I'm struggling, can't you see?
I'm lying, can't you hear?
I'm screaming, can't you just listen for a minute?
I'm crying, can't you figure it out?
No one really know ---
I'm dying,
don't you know how much I need to be embrace?
-Me
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PoetryInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
