My heart, the prisoner of my pain
My mind shadowed by the darkness of despair
Emotions, all depressed
Esteem, completely opressed
My eyes absolutely empty
But my heart in tears
Self opinion, absolutely worthless
To live, there is no purpose
My soul, shattered in pieces
My hope, lost and missing
My scars, as deep as ever
Expectations, probably never
My happiness, gone
Loneliness all along
Ability to express, extinct
Tired of everything
Life, about to stop
Me myself, lifelessly dead
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The Chaos Of Breakdowns
PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
