HELL is real and it's inside my head telling me things like I shouldn't be fed.
HELL is real and it's inside my head, telling me things like I should stay in bed.
HELL is real and it's inside my brain, whispering things like I'm going insane.
HELL is real and it's inside my brain, telling me things like I should cut my mane.
HELL is real and it's inside my soul telling me things like I'll never grow old.
HELL is real and inside my soul, telling me things like my heart is a hole.
HELL is real and it's inside my heart, tearing me open and slowly apart.
HELL is real and inside my heart, telling me things like my blood is my art.
HELL is real and it lives in my breath, do you want me to put in text.
HELL is real and is in my breath, drowning in nothing but air.
Who's next?
Hell is my DEPRESSION
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poems
Poetrydepressing poems the first few are not written by me but most of them are Caution: not recommended for anyone with depression or someone with suicidal thoughts may be triggering
