Write it out
In red pen
What I feel
Every now and then
I let it go
As it sinks in
Against the snow
The numb feels nice
I just breath
I got a vice
But it's all for me
To cope
To be
To mope
To see
To love
To hate
To free
To create
I write it out
In red pen
Across my wrist
Every now and then
I let it bleed
I let it be
It's all my own
All for me
So let me do
What I please
I don't live for you
It's all I can do to be at ease
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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.
