Depression Poetry

Depression Poetry

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WARNING: These are poems I wrote, normally when I'm depressed or overwhelmed. There might be something wholesome, but most of this will be kind of dark. There will be vague descriptions of depression and suicide, and there will be symbolism and shit like that. Also, there will be swearing. If I get desperate enough, the poetry might stop and I might just rant, and also I'm going to ask questions on here. I need validation so if you like it, please please please comment or favorite or star or whatever you do, because I need to know that people actually like what I do or else I will DIE. If you need to talk about something, feel free to message me, I'm a good listener, and I want to be a therapist, though I will warn you, nothing I do is professional, and if you have a serious problem, you should talk to someone professional.
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Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

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