Eyes alway tell
Secrets lie in the well
You call out my name
Like you know me so well
Hatred fills this spell
Is it hatred of myself
Or do I hate the things that my mind can't help?
Can't help the suicidal thoughts or the mindless depression
If I was brave enough it'd be an act
Not a confession
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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!
