Life is like a prison.
No one to listen
To hear when you cry for help
Climb the walls of insanity
Ride the waves of despair
Hiding the hurt,
Hiding the pain
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm good,
when I'm anything but that
Strong is good
Weak is bad
The ache in my soul,
rips through me
My skins on fire
I'm burning from within
This calmness on my face,
a on going sin
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Life's dark path
PoetryThis book is not consistent story. It contains short story's explaining how my depression has felt personally through relationships, school, in the moment. I jump around a lot and it's not fluent but it's talking about mainly depression but also poe...
