How To Write Poems like A Broken Person

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On days when my depression is the loudest it screams at me. My brain is the unending feud between what I know is irrational and what I feel. I hate that my depression comes with heat all over my body like the temperature could rise so high I could just evaporate like I never existed at all. I'm lost in the battle between how I feel right now and knowing I will feel better in the morning because how can someone accept and process their suffering when they will be better. You can't. It feels childish. Don't revel in your pain you'll be better in the morning....but when my darkness consumes me and the heat rises and the yelling in my brain increases how do you not submit to it how do you breathe without bursting to tears.