My depression is defined by self hate,
It seals it's prisoner's fate,
It is a shape shifter,
One day it is as small as a fire fly in a palm of a bear,
The next day it is the bear,
I cry but it always ignores my screams,
It terrorizes my soul and haunts my dreams,
It sends me fake hope through a bottle or pill,
It destroys my goals and inflicts it's will,
It seeks my destruction and call out for my head,
I lie and wait but never rest in my bed,
When will they end,
These terrible thoughts it sends?
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Broken pieces
Poesiapoems about a teenage girl who suffers from depression, anxiety, loneliness, rejection and schizophrenia.
