It should be a fresh start
But it is only a duct taped heart
You fail to realize
Things are very different
You go on like nothing happened
And I am no longer apparent
It should be a clean slate
But it is only a disguised fate
My life is turned upside down
You sit and laugh as I crawl
Through this deafening trench
You are on leave, I am in the brawl
It should be a white sheet
But it is only bleached defeat
I'd thrash and slash
You wouldn't notice anyway
It's like a broken vase
Fixed with puzzle glue on a Sunday
It should be a fresh start
But it is only a duct taped heart
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This Is The Sad Part
PoetryA selection of poems I've written that represents my experience with depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues.
