My lungs hurt
From the silent screams,
My tears burn
From all the broken dreams.
My body aches
From yearning for home,
My mind is disorientated
From fading into the unknown.
My eyes cannot focus
From the blinding of lights,
My nerves are shattered
From the wars at night.
My heart is lost
Because it never found a home,
My energy is a ghost
Pacing around different zones.
My skin has aged
From all the stress,
My hair is unbrushed
I am a mess.
Thereโs a dark cloud
Following me around,
I can feel the abyss
Burying me into the ground.
Depression came
And it conquered
I donโt recognise this girl
And my days feel numbered.
All I wanted
Was someone to understand,
To see me and hear me
Just hold my hand.
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powerful stuff ๐
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Thank you ๐
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Thank you ๐
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The hand it always is
the wave the shake
the touch the hold
the reaching out
the letting go
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Aww that’s very good. Thank you E x
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Understanding is the home we struggle to find and in stead are left with the sandtimer of our lives to appreciate fully and forced to dance in the rain of our storms ๐
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So very true and beautifully expressed. Thank you x
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I appreciate that, thank you x
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dry that is
why we cry
from within
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