Silently screaming.
Long sleeves and razor blades.
Notice me, I need help.
Notice me, don't you care?
You're blinded by my smile.
Can't you tell it's fake?
Eyes are the gateway to the soul,
Mine are sad and broken.
Smiles can be deceiving.
I know mine was....
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Where Depression Thrives
PoetryA collection of letters to myself that came from the lonliest nights. With a tear stained face and blood stained wrist, the poems remind me my past was real. I overcame something that seemed completely impossible at the time. And here they are. My...
