Seven letters, one word
How much harm can it bring?
A gunshot, a bottle, a cut, a wound
Too many ways, it could fill a lagoon!
The world doesn't seem right, but it doesn't even care
The pain that I feel the world tells me isn't there
The scars I hold and hide, aren't imagined, aren't fake
Because I feel them every day even when they are lying in wait.
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Mental Health Poems
PoésieThis is a collection of poems by authors that wrote about mental health, mental health, and any suggestions made by you guys.
