//mentions depression and anxiety//
I have a dark place. A place where deep and anxiety have claimed their's. For my dark place is not my dark place, but depression and anxieties home.
No hope, humor, happiness, or any for of self confidence is welcomed and shall not be tolerated in their home, and shame on me for thinking I am worth anything in their home.
Their home is where fights occur, tears are shed, pain is created, and darkness rises. And I shall bring nothing more into their home.
They have taken my mind for their own, and they are refusing to leave. For it is their home, and not my own.
//sorry//
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PoesíaThings I've written. Mentions serious topics. They may not be good, but whatever.