It's hard, feels like the end of the world.
The pain lies heavily on your chest
And it does not go away.
You cry and you cry, but nothing helps,
Salty tears are washing your face.
You take a deep breath
And an even deeper one.
Little by little, you can breathe again.
The pain gets better, it lifts off of your chest.
Little by little, you will be alright.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
