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Jun 2018
You torture
The button of circling arrow
With touches of your gentle finger
Hoping to read something new
Just to remind yourself
That you’ve won all the battles
With blood and tears mixed together
My heart left asunder
You leave them be
Without any trace of your ******
As if nothing has ever happened
You dig steadily in search for happiness
As I bury myself in
Hoping one day you’d find me again
And you did found
But the one beside me
And once again
Blood was spilled
Not on streets
But on sheets
Oh sh*t
Was happiness ever found?
I wish you dug
The left one
Tho I silently cheered
“He’s the right one”
I think it’s time for me to dig myself out. I know there's a lot of other people dealing with depression. Reading/writing poems is one way to heal. Let's save ourselves darling, don't give up just yet
Sanch
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Sanch  20/M
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