7 July 2018
I feel hunger.
Not for food, not for attention,
not for any selfish reason, not for anything.
It's a hunger to stop moving.I am starved.
From living. From existing.
From fighting to stay here.
And I am exhausted.I am hungrier by the day, the hours, the minutes,
And I don't know how much strength I have left
To continue walking this road.But I will keep walking until I drop,
Until I finally can't go on anymore,
Because I care too much for those I love.~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...