OneMoreBreath

I felt broken

I felt broken down in the tenth grade

With all the things people used to say

 

Whether it was my hair or outfits 

I never really ever fit in 

I never was very social 

Being introverted was my main goal

 

Every little insult will come back to me

Tucked deep inside my head where no one can see

 

Depression is the real beast 

It eats and gnaws and claws at me 

For every step that I take I can feel it thunder through my veins 

It starts in my head but runs through my body 

Making me feel polluted and dirty 

 

I need to move I tell myself but I can't carry this weight and I fall to the ground

making the noise that I dread

Hearing the pain ringing in my ears and head 

 

I now know iv'e been defeated 

I try to convince myself this is everything iv'e ever needed 

 

Comments1

  • Having hope

    Hope for better tomorrow...you can do everything. Just keep trying...



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