My reflection is haunting me.
I don't recognize myself anymore.
There something inside me that consumes me,
it destroys my heart and soul.
Depression, depression
These wounds won't seem to heal.
The pain lives in my body like steel.
There's so much pressure, the feeling of distractions,
I bottled up all my emotions.
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Weeping Nights
PoetryWeeping Nights is a collection of poetry and prose about feelings of pain, heartbreak, depression and some piece of advice. Highest Rank: #2 poemcontest 03/15/22
