Seeking solace through tears
I shake in hell pits of fear
My ears ring with the sound of cheer
They jeer because I'm not beautiful
Laughing at my funeral
They fake it like they love me though
They hate me and they took my soul
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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!
