It's like it's waiting for me. Waiting for me to make a mistake. Watching my every move. I'm afraid. Its always at the end of toes waiting. Waiting for a mistake.
It's always there. At the end of my finger tips. It knows I won't be long before my next mistake. It knows I'll break
It's waiting for my next mistake. I can't escape it. It's always there. Right at the edge waiting for me to fail again . I can't take it anymore. Someone help me escape this.
Anyone who has or had depression will understand this
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So I can't deny it it's like a rising fire burning me inside. I try to act like it doesn't bother me like I'm okay but it fellows me even in my dreams . I wish I could forget it but it'll just wait to strike again .
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Sad poems
PoetryJust sad poems because I'm feeling depressed or something and well hunestly this is stuff is all new to me and I hope just someone likes it or least understands
