The wolf in my head is not happy.
It isn't frustrated with me, since it is me.
it's frustrated and curling up against the overwhelming pressure of..
being empty.
Of feeling exhausted.
Of just wanting to feel okay for one damn night instead of returning to the cage of depression.
Even more so when it's actually been a productive and nice day, overall.
The wolf inside my head whimpers pitifully
When every single night is a bad night.
~ShySassyWolf
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Broken Pieces of a Heart, Stitched Together into One Soul
PoesíaThis 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...
