Cold pains
Empty veins
Blood from my head is drained
Oxygen has left the brain
So many unanswered questions
A quench for knowledge
An unkempt drive to thrive
So this is what it's like die
Then why am I still alive
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
