The closer I get
The dread
The fear
The regret
Each step I take
I start to contemplate
Each moment we had
Was this and I'm glad
Too bad I'm gone
Yet you're not even sad
YOU ARE READING
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!
No remorse
The closer I get
The dread
The fear
The regret
Each step I take
I start to contemplate
Each moment we had
Was this and I'm glad
Too bad I'm gone
Yet you're not even sad