We're too young to be this miserable
We carry around all of this baggage
These memories
Showing our weaknesses
We're so vulnerable
So fragile
So gullible
We fall for the same tricks over and over again
We're too "young and foolish" to notice
It leaves this huge dent each time
But how many dents can we truly take?
Such a great question
But such a difficult thing to think about
I guess it just depends on who you are
Your self-esteem
Your confidence
And maybe I already have too many
Maybe I'm already gone
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Depression poems
PoetryWARNING: Some, if not all of these will be triggering so if you're easily triggered, i wouldn't suggest reading any of these
