Depression
I will describe it best as
Wounds beneath the soles
Wounds that are invisible
From anyone's eyes
Including my own
No matter how much
The face grimace
No one will see why
It hurts
Whether I step forward
or backward
However
Life must go on
I must take the steps
Standing and walking
On these wounds
Beneath my soles
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Violetdepravity Poems
Poetryjust a compilation of my poems it is a free type of poem which does not follow strict rules
