My depression and yesterday's newspaper have something in common.
You could read into both but to many the answers found are no longer relevant.
Car alarms scream for attention in the otherwise silent street.
I do the same.
It's a painful whaling...
I sound I have not heard since I mistook my veins for doorways.
I was told that if I wanted people to come through, I must leave the door wide open.
My hallways decorated in a royal shade of red.
-XR
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PoesieI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...
