My soul is an empty hole.
I feel numb.
There's nothing but hatred and despair inside.
I can't breathe.
Nothing can save me now.
My own depression is drowning me.
This is my end.
Wait.
There's something moving in the eternal nothing.
I feel ink bleeding through my soul.
There's a need to share my words inside.
Stories replace the need for oxygen.
I've found my saving grace.
This is my new beginning.
Words saved me when nothing else could.
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Drowning
PoetryBefore we start there are numerous trigger warnings for homophobia, depression, death suicidal thoughts, and mild implied eating disorder (its not very obvious at all but better safe than sorry.) But, even though in the beginning its filled with sor...
