Made a promise,
Don't understand,
Not one little bit,
Somehow I'm keeping it,
With alot of struggle,
I found a way though,
Its no harm,
Not to me or others,
I even get bruises,
Which I like,
They show the world,
That ur at a rough time,
The bite marks now line my arm,
Over a little time,
They turn to red welts,
Then turn into bruises,
This is all just a way,
A way to avoid crying,
I wanna cry all because,
I have aniexty and depression.
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Anxiety Wants To Be Depression
PoesíaYou know those things you hear or maybe the things you think, Well those things have joined together, They wanted to be clear, Can you deal with this? They know u can't. Anxiety wants to be Depression don't you think? Fight it, But how, Fight it no...
