The pressure can be felt
Like a constraint through our breathing
It is a terrible feeling.
The pain grows bigger while stressing
Taking all over, feel the beating
And in silence we lie crying
None will let us be, beyond simple reason
Because work and work is our being
And to live this life without feeling.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
