see nothing but hell
Even my demons wish me well
Tie my legs up
Add a brick
Make a wish
Thrown down the well
I'm in a weird stage of a spell
My actions are like a slug to a snail
I wanna be burst out but I can't
So I'mma Franklin to my shell
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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!
