The heart breaks
The soul falls
The body shakes
The mind calls
The answer comes
The eyes weep
The tears run
The monsters creep
The dark increases
The light hides
The street whispers
The sky chides
The call weakens
The fight ties
The game continues
The emotion dies
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I've tried for a long time to seek help. Is it just me that hates talking to psychologists? My first break up, I thought my life was over. I really loved him you know; I mourned him for over a year afterwards. It seemed though, that no matter how much I reached out to him, he never came back. Eventually, one gets tired of looking for help.
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Depression?
PoetryThis is a collection of my sad poetry I've accumulated over the years. I hope that those who read this can relate in some way. My sincerest hope is that it helps people feel less alone. I do not wish to make anyone feel worse than they already are...
