there are times when I think my depression has resided and put down its weapons for the last time. then i remember that i put myself in a loop, a circle, a water cycle that is hard to get out- that my emptiness will soon become hurling insults, breath heavied by tears, and my own mind betraying me and my skin marred by teeth marks and my teeth are numb. i forget who i am without my depression. i cannot remember the person before my depression. it has carved scars deep into my face, eyes, and mouth.
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Poetrylittle bits of poetry and writing pieces from my personal tumblr @crowkiiing. warning: may have to do with themes of suicide, self-harm, self-esteem and body issues, lgbt+ thoughts, and other things. temp. cover
