I know that I'm getting more fragile,
The walls and layers I've built up are wearing away
And sometime, sometime soon
I'm going to shatter
And the shards of me will be impossible to pick up,
I'm sorry if my shards get suck in your fingers.
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Depression Poetry and Quotes
Poetry*May be triggering; I love you* I love these. These are simultaneously a big part of my life and my biggest secret I guess haha. They give me a feeling of community, like I'm not alone. These books make me happy, isn't that odd? But they do. And now...
