It seems that the struggle is always with me,
And I wouldn't be here if guilt would leave me,
My mind is the darkest, deepest place one can travel to alone,
A solo journey filled with struggles and groans,
Everyday is a new battle against the same foe,
But the enemy fights back psychological blows,
Finally sleep always comes as a welcomed guest,
But in the morning the ceaseless battle begins yet again.
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Broken pieces
Puisipoems about a teenage girl who suffers from depression, anxiety, loneliness, rejection and schizophrenia.
