It's been five going on six days.
Of being in my own head.
Of being in a mental fog that obscures my view.
It's been an uphill fight to stay above it,
To outrun the fire and the smoke,
To try and just fucking breathe through all the pain that is in every neuron and nerve and atom in my body.
I don't know what I hate more:
Feeling numb to everything or,
Feeling everything all at once like some twisted avalanche.
It's been too many days and my cracks are showing.
~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...
