My heart was filled with pain.
Pain which I cannot detain.
But I wasn't going insane.
Because my feelings were contained.
My soul was filled with hurt
That soon became dirt.
Dirt which lied underneath my feet.
Soon becoming beat.
From running down an unfamiliar street.
They saw me as lust
But I was fading away as dust.
That's why no one has trust.
Trust that they could not get close
Since it always gets lost.
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Breaking Free (Poetry Book)
Poetry"Breaking Free" Written by Courtney Sumrall (BookWriterAlways). I've been struggling with depression for almost five years now and It's hard to pull through because It feels like I'm drowning in the darkness. Depression has made me do harmful things...
