So many people seem to care
I have always had someone there
But the loneliness is still inside
There are dark days I cannot bare
Nothing in my past should make me this way
So many others have a reason
I don't know what to say
I'm just in my depressive season
Because I don't have trauma
Does it make it any less real
I have a loving Ma and Pa
But there is something inside that will not heal
It makes me feel a waste
While other experience abuse or rape
In my mouth an ashen taste
A picture of my damage I cannot shape
It's makes me sink even further
Cause there is no deep scar
Nothing horrendous by my father
No abuse that would Mar
So is this just me naturally
A depressive man searching spirituality
Was I was created so haphazardly
Somehow that's a greater travesty.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
