Glass broken
Oxygen is choking
Fortune tellers lie
They only want a token
Life jacket in the ocean
It's heavy and broken
Drowning too deep
Wake up from the sleep
Floating airs of limitations
Rain falls out me
It's cold like condensation
Trapped but I'm free
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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!
