I take a glance,
at the scars on my wrists.
they tell me,
it doesn't have to be like this.
I want to talk,
to let it out.
but nobody is there to listen,
even when I shout.
depression is dark
so speak up,
before it takes you away
and covers your mouth.
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Tear Stained Cheeks And Bloodshot Eyes
PoetryThe angel lost her grace, As mascara ran down her face. She forgot love, remembered hate. She no longer had her faith. With tear stained cheeks, Through bloodshot eyes, She saw only pain and suffering. Love, she couldn't conquer. As the blue sky fad...
