He knew he was depressed,
But he pushed it all away,
All those feelings, he repressed,
He would simply say, I'm okay
Deep inside, he knew he was falling apart,
He let the mask fall one night,
As he aimed the gun to his heart,
He knew he had lost the fight
'Bang'
Help had finally arrived,
But how could they help, when he's no longer alive?
-Storm
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Pitch Black - Poetry ✔
Poetry"The greatest battles of life are fought out daily in the silent chambers of the soul" - David O.Mckay How do you keep going, when there's no light? TRIGGER WARNING: Contains mentions of suicide, self harm, depression and more. Highest rank - #20 in...
