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2d
These somber storms mirror my pain
The shadows, the cold, the rain
They make me ill
And I let them still
 
I wish them to stop
But when the rain drops
I simply just give in
Let the water drench my skin
 
My face to the sky
No tears left to dry
It feels all the same
As the endless pouring rain
 
So I accept my fate
Give in to the weight
Why would I even try
These clouds won’t just pass by
 
And though it’s twisted
My reasons are listed
If the misty skies
Don’t lead to my demise
 
That’ll be enough
I wrote this poem back in middle school about my struggles with mental health. I found comfort in sadness so I let myself stay there.
Written by
Brooke  16/F
(16/F)   
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   fizbett
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