In horrid nakedness do I bear my scars.
My body a prison while they are my bars.
Anonymous I seem, as I scream to god: what could this mean?
I am lost in darkness I stumble through.
Everyone has they day, but I fear mine shall come soon.
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Depression Poetry
Poetry*WARNING POSSIBLY TRIGGERING* This is nothing more than some poetry I've written about/for/to deal with depression. Hatred and rude comments won't be tolerated. If anyone needs someone to message about a problem of any kind I want you to know that I...
