Depression is a long
Dark hallway
Filled with fear
And smoke
You can see the light
but just can't reach
And with every step
you fall even deeper
Into the fear and
self hatred
But sometimes it
Takes years to heal
And leave the
Hallway
I'm still young
I have time
To leave this
Dark place
I'm still alive
I will find my way out of
This hallway
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❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poetry❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))
