I'm calling out for one more try
It's hard to feel alive
Stuck all alone
With no one home
It's based on hidden pride
My lost soul can tell a tale
A tale so depressing
But this is a just a vent
Not an act but a confession
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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!
Echo
I'm calling out for one more try
It's hard to feel alive
Stuck all alone
With no one home
It's based on hidden pride
My lost soul can tell a tale
A tale so depressing
But this is a just a vent
Not an act but a confession