Words stick to your face
Pelting you with stones
Band aids won't fix it
But that's all you have at home
Why call for help
When there's no one to call
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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!
Why?
Words stick to your face
Pelting you with stones
Band aids won't fix it
But that's all you have at home
Why call for help
When there's no one to call