A fire burns when fed.
It needs things to survive.
Just like me, it fades quickly
Without much thought given.
Beautiful while it lasted,
Though it is no more.
Quickly smothered
For no apparent reason.
One second it burns bright,
Next, the sky falls in
And it gets hard to breathe.
Air is quickly taken away
And fought for.
I always win in the end.
Not because I can fight,
Because my friends make me strong.
And just like I fire, I lose control,
But just like me, I get it back.
For those who also have depression and anxiety, you should know these attacks come without warning. For those who don't know, now you do. But don't worry, everything's still great with my beautiful. :)
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Life and Its Discrepancies
PoetryThis book is filled with poems from every range of my emotions, from when I'm super depressed to when I can't be happier. I don't know how long I'll keep this thing going, just know that it covers a bunch of personal things that may be considered a...
