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Slowly, softly
a tear slides down my cheek,
reminding me that I am still human.
I don't feel like it.
Whether that is meds,
meds pushed to numb the pain.
Or a wall built of my own accord,
it's a guess that's not my own.
They say time heals all wounds,
but it acts like a narcotic,
numbing you to the pain
until you feel nothing except
empty.
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Falling
PoésieA collection of short poems about pain and struggling with depression. Note: For everyone reaching out and asking if I'm okay, yes I am! I struggle with depression and writing helps me cope when I'm sad. It is a good outlet for my feelings and it ma...
