Minds blank as I try to think
Climbing on the edge of ledge
I'm on the brink to be extinct
But I never jump off I just cry til my eyes are pink
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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!
Blank mind
Minds blank as I try to think
Climbing on the edge of ledge
I'm on the brink to be extinct
But I never jump off I just cry til my eyes are pink