I truly care for all
Pain slowly builds
As the tears fall
In hollow shells
I hear the screams
Revolting inside
Of all my friends
Who have things to hide.
All so silent
In screaming emotions
All so smooth
On the surface of each mask
But I know
But I can listen
To their whispers of suffering
To their fading lights.
All of this I feel myself
All of this makes me unwell
For it's unjust for pain to grow
And make them trip to a world of sorrow.
For they are missing to see the light
Getting covered in clouds of darkness
I love them, I feel blessed
But it hurts to see them depressed.
I wish I had the word, the solution
And to change their beauty of lives in revolution.
But I am blind, seek not farewell
Although this feeling, I cannot tell.
So lost they are, so lost are we
If one of them bleeds, I'll seek the tree.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
РазноеThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
