Hating myself is my superpower
I drown in the water almost every hour
Roses wilted
Rotten flowers
Black all around me
Yet I can see
Air fills my lungs
But I can't breathe
Slowly losing control
Of what's inside of me
Losing control
.... mentally
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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!
