Youth Depression
The fears of outcasts,
All the lonely and aloof,
Make some noise,your marks.
The slits on your wrists,
Are your battle scars not fears,
Don't listen to them.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryhaikus made for you. Made during the nights/ early morning hours wherein I found myself unable to sleep. Apparently because my mind's on overdrive and was overflowing with various ideas. Enjoy! with love, JC xx
