prey
I still saw you in the corner of my eye, you lingered there stalking me as if I were prey. I knew the day you would attack, would be the day I'm at my lowest. That's why I hate you, depression, you always wait to make everything worse.
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𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
