Body gave way to the pain
No longer pulled in like a magnet
Pills were popped to calm the insane
Now the body lays stagnant
It's inactive and tortured
Nowhere to go
It gave up
Thus beginning the tales of a lost tortured soul
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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!
