The water tide is
As clear as grey
Here it comes
Coming to take me away
It hears my screams and cries
But does not care
For it is the tide
Of a tortured soul
The tortured soul
Is me you see
I'm forever in shambles
And forever depressed
The past pains me
More than any injury
I'm sure you can agree
That life is never easy
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Trapped in a poetic mind
PoetryPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...
