BROKEN
Broken is what I am,
Torn up from the inside out,
Scattered among a thousand seas,
Help me please someone,
I cry out but somehow,
Words cannot come out,
Of my lips that have been parted,
Call to me before Im gone forever,
Broken is what I am.
-Depression hits hard and long with no warning. No one hears me cry because my tears are spilled onto the pages of my paper as I release my anguish and grief in a mix of playful words and text.
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ekichaba
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"The mouth may speak for the mind, but the eyes speak for the heart." -me
