Dedicated to those who suffer depression. Remember, there’s a way out. One should never give up even if it takes time to mend. You can be something. So pick up the pen, spill your guts. Don’t care if nobody’s listening. From your pain, a beautiful creation can emerge.
When I was younger,
I used to reach for the blade.
I used cut myself to feel the pain.
It makes me feel so alive
I’ve become so numb from living.
These toxic people around me
Were constantly hovering.
I can’t voice out my pain.
No one would hear my wails,
No one would care.
So I cut, I bleed, I cry, I sleep.
That was until I reached the pen.
Spilled blood turned to spilled ink.
Now I just write my pain.
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