Who I Have Become

The Depressed 1

I do not like who I have become

Spend my days hiding from the Sun

Use to be happy never did I cry

Now only rain falls from my skies

I now live only inside of my old

In the shadows of the decadent cold

Mind is gone and my strength is weak

Know I will never find the love I seek

I am so far away from who I use to be

Who I have become is no longer me

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dusk arising May 10th, 2022 02:46
Sad to read but maybe it is the beginning of finding the real you. Once you find this reality you can begin to accept who you are and relax into being you. Self love won't come by any other process you know.
Looking out upon society there will always be greater and lesser folk than ourselves. Wherever you see yourself in that respect never forget that you have as much right to be here as the stars and the trees. You are a true individual as are each and every one of us.

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