I feel defeat
Drag me to my feet
Hearts on a platter
Glass shattered
I'm incomplete
Death rings for me
It calls my name
Yet I'm not willing to play it's game
Deeper and deeper I go down
Til there's nothing left
And no ones around
I feel useless
It's abusive
How my mental health works
You'd think I'd be dead by now
Or go mentally berserk
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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!
