I'm just a representation of expression, feeling
so unexpressed. The presentation; outlines me
as part of the Depressed.
A manifest; label me an outcast. In a commonplace;
so void of it's heart. Commonly known as the ones
not meant to last.
But I trumpet truths; indulging in those lost souls.
To voice the voiceless, speaking of their all.
_All of your worth._
Trampled down by the world's self doubt, it tells
me; 'you can't and will fail to do.'
While I'm only trying to figure a lot of things out.
Casting out two ears; to be in an empty silence,
letting this world try it's all to speak.
Being part of a world's mountainous worries,
forcing any to they peak.
My past mistakes and all missteps, are senseless in
the troubles of all the days long gone.
Even when I had all the necessary preps.
_Life wasn't painted to always make a lot of sense._
But let me voice all the depressed. To those now
gone silent; without their freedom to be expressed.
We're just all the _Depressed._
Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 3:30 PM UTC
I'm just a representation of expression, feeling
so unexpressed. The presentation; outlines me
as part of the Depressed.
A manifest; label me an outcast. In a commonplace;
so void of it's heart. Commonly known as the ones
not meant to last.
But I trumpet truths; indulging in those lost souls.
To voice the voiceless, speaking of their all.
_All of your worth._
Trampled down by the world's self doubt, it tells
me; 'you can't and will fail to do.'
While I'm only trying to figure a lot of things out.
Casting out two ears; to be in an empty silence,
letting this world try it's all to speak.
Being part of a world's mountainous worries,
forcing any to they peak.
My past mistakes and all missteps, are senseless in
the troubles of all the days long gone.
Even when I had all the necessary preps.
_Life wasn't painted to always make a lot of sense._
But let me voice all the depressed. To those now
gone silent; without their freedom to be expressed.
We're just all the _Depressed._
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