Where the sun rise or set
I couldn't tell
Trapped in this eternal pit of darkness
I only know there isn't a way out
Still I could really use someone who can ignite the path to somewhere brighter
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A/N: A poetry about depression. Notice how I said ‘ignite the path to somewhere brighter’ and not ‘ignite the path to an exit’? That’s because I don’t think depression is something that can be completely gotten rid of. Does it? And depression isn’t like any cough or flu, it won’t recover by itself. This is what I think about depression: you can't walk out of it on your own. However, it's a sensitive topic and I hope I won't trigger anyone over here. Will update more soon. It'd be fun to know what I think about it as I write. Love ya.
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Queen After Dusk
PoesieI wouldn't exactly call these poetry Because they are more like a collection of words All written by me after dusk For no one and everyone and especially For myself
