life isn't as it seems,
I feel I am cracking at the seams
bloody wrist and cut up knees
opening eyes till a swirl of leaves
white pure snow stained with red
I'm not in control of my own head
falling down in the rabbit hole
I know I lost my soul.
~ shawn
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Poems for depression
PoetryI have a background history of self harm, when I was going through this I kept a notebook and filled it up with pages and pages of how I was feeling, I still write in it because depression wont end in a matter of days. I want to share this for peop...
