As I wallow in my solitude, I have noticed many things.
Many of which should not happen.
My life was then a butterfly, full of life and wonder,
Now my life is dull, with the pain of the enternal slumber.
I want to be rescued from the darkness that looms around my head,
I want to be loved rather than I am when I am to be dead.
I want someone to hold me tight,
An I want things to be right.
I am chained to a past that will not let me be,
Please, anyone.
Here I stand,
All alone.
I wish I was strong enough to breath.
I wish I was all, but me.
Rescue me.
I try to stand before you and look like that I am fine,
I want to tell you everything, but I am afraid to open.
Just...
Rescue me from the silence.
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My Life: Depressed or Not.
A journal fill to the brim with life, love, and depressing poems.Comment if you want...
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