Sleep is my escape from me..
My thoughts are entrapping me inside of myself.
Music is my escape from my dark mind.
Emotions are something I don't feel anymore.
Home is worse than hell.
My friends just don't understand what it's like to be me.
My mind is never at peace with itself.
Love is something I only feel when I look at my scars.
Happiness is something that I don't know anymore.
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Depressed, Alone, and Broken
PoetryThese are just some shitty poems I've written that aren't very good.. Sorry if they're absolutely terrible...
