I can turn music up
As loud as I need it
I can submerge myself
Into music as much as I want
I can yell along to
The lyrics I know
The howling of my
Demons is louder.
They cry like coyotes
Begging for my
Attention all the time.
I feel like a wolf
Trying to protect what's
Left of myself
From the multitude
Of these starved coyotes.
~ShySassyWolf
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Broken Pieces of a Heart, Stitched Together into One Soul
PoetryThis will be a collection of poems I've written, with one piece of artwork I drew for the purpose of expressing how I feel with my depression struggle. Comments are welcome! They deal with depression, anger issues, anxiety, and self-harm urges. Du...
