I was falling
I was hurt
I was breaking
I'm shattered
I can't pick myself up
There are too many pieces
And I'll never be together
No matter what anyone says
I'm too far shattered
I'm basically dust
I'm blowing away
Now I'm a husk
There is nothing left
I'm no longer me
What I once was
Blew away in a breeze
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A Cry For Help
PoetryAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
