My mind is racing
Evil liquid fills my bloodstream
I'm no longer pacing
I'm floating
Yet it's more of a nightmare than a dream
And then I feel nothing
Except numbness from pain
I think I found a slight patch that keeps me from going insane
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Hidden Pride
PoésieYears 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!
