*this is a poem I wrote during high school. Unfortunately, it’s still pretty relatable for me.*
The depression inside won’t leave
Death will not come, so I still breathe.
I am weak; I don’t wish to fight.
On the inside, nothing is right.
Heart is so broken; life is bleak
Don’t know if I’ll make it a week.
It seems every night grows longer.
The pain within me grows stronger.
At night all I can do is cry.
Every day I just live a lie.
I can’t fake anymore smiles.
I cannot run any more miles.
Can’t live another day alone
Wish my heart was made of pure stone.
With no more feelings of distress
And nothing left to confess
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