Depression isnt always a lonely cold winter night where you're shivering beneath your tears.
Depression is a hot summer day in a crowd of people who dont know you when you cant feel anything but the harsh heat of the sun
Where the only star you can see is the same one thats burning you
Just like the one thing keeping you alive is the same thing thats slowly killing you.
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Whispers From A Caged Bird
PoetryJust some poems from one trapped soul to another. IMPORTANT: Since my words are already censored in real life, I will not be censoring them here. I made the rating for everyone but beware, their will be mentions of some dark topics that may trigge...
