I'm taking the herb no more
The herb with a scent that's soothing to all but suffocating to self.
I've found myself a herbalist and he tells it's ok and I say it is.
I only tried to be strong but no more, I'm gonna be kind to myself too.
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Withering Flower, The Depression
PoetryThe poem is about depression and how one fell into it trying to avoid it by being strong and bottling up feelings coz they didn't want to communicate their frustrations and hurt doing that trying to keep the peace with the closest to them by the way.
