I'm trapped.
Two steps forward.
Then four steps back.
That's how my pain traps me.
I'm trapped.
Four steps forwards.
Then six steps back.
That's how my depression traps me.
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Suicide Poems From A Broken Soul
PoetryNot for the weak of heart. Even the brightest smiles have the darkest feelings behind them. We all have a story. Happy, sad, angry, paranoid. We all do. Our smiles can be the greatest boundaries between ourselves and everyone else. Our smiles don't...
