Keep me away.
From pain,
And the thoughts of the unknown.
Keep it all.
The misery,
And the fear.
Keep my struggle
To be like others.
To compare.
Keep my thoughts positive,
Please.
I beg,
Because I've been falling on my knees.
Reaching out for help.
And it seems as though
No one wants to help.
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The Mask Of Depression
PoésieMy life. My story. Little words. Huge meaning. The thought of being empty and lost in life. The pain lingering within. The mask that you wear so no one may know the pain that is faced by the solider who wears it. The short stories to make you cry. T...
