My heart is broken,
You're sewing it shut.
But the sad thing is,
It's still getting cut.The scars on my arm,
Are equal to my heart.
At first I had thought,
I was off to a good start.My anxiety gets worse,
As my depression grows.
Thanks to all of my lies,
Now nobody knows
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My Depression and Suicide poems
PoetryMy poems when I get depressed or feeling suicidal. ***TRIGGER WARNING***