losing ones self
no longer recognize the light
falling back
and stranded off track.
what keeps one moving?
what is their motivation for living?
answers in which are slowly removing.
these thought, each one unforgiving.
the first impression.
yet to be unknown
soon the answer has begun and grown.
This guilty confession
is known to be depression.
To all out there do not condone.
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Mind | Poetry.
PoetryJust some poems i write when i feel like it . . .hope you read them. warning, these poems are pretty dark. I get depression easily, and i recently picked up on poetry. So i thoughts of expressing my thoughts to words.
