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Been living in my head all day.
How it saddens—
yet gladdens
my heart.

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Depressed—fighting silent wars,
Demons whisper through the pores
Of my thoughts. I try to stand,
But the weight won't leave my hands.

I'm not done. I'm not yet through,
But it's hard—what can I do?
I’ve got to fight for sanity,
But it's draining all of me.

Only midday, yet I’m bare,
Empty lungs and vacant stare.
This is more than tired breath—
This is what depression says.


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Laughing aimlessly,
trying to forget
my depressed soul—
so lonely.

How cool would it be
to feel normal,
like others do—
not always thinking
about my broken life,
or how it might turn out.

But in all,
we must keep going.

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   Vickie

Great! Here's a polished version of your piece, shaped into a full poem with rhythm, flow, and depth, while preserving your voice and themes:


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What do I know?
Nothing.
But I carry it all —
Like silence carries thunder
Right before it falls.

Act like I know nothing,
While the weight of everything
Rests on my chest,
Unspoken.

Everything comes crashing —
But I’m still here.
Holding up.
Pushing through the quake,
Gathering the crumbs,
The little stones
From the ruin of the building
That once stood tall in me.

I piece them back,
One fragment at a time,
Stronger than before.
Not flawless —
But forged.

How can emotions hold me
Like chains with no key?
Like winds I can't see
But feel everywhere?

I can't even taste
The sweetness of relief —
Just the sharp salt
Of everything I keep.

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