It's not that they don't understand.
They just can't,
Can't understand that when I push away,
It's not because I don't want to talk.
When my feet drag,
And my eyes clinging to the ground.
Wouldn't you,
Understand the heavy darkness,
Deep within my chest, my feet, my stomach, and my heart.
It's hard to breathe,
Eating away at me,
Slows me down,
And chokes me.
Never did anyone notice it.
Never did anyone get it until,
It never goes away forever,
When we'd chase it off,
We'd laugh and play,
But then we'd have to part ways.
It creeps back in some quiet way.
I've learned to notice it,
Can't you feel it creeping back,
It always comes back.
It never leaves.
Just not always as bad,
as strangers to the disease,
seem to believe.
For us, it's hard when,
People start to think we can't laugh,
Start to think we can't tell a joke.
But then again.
Sometimes we can't.
You took notice and asked,
But after a while,
It happens before we can think.
That lie of a smile appears,
And we look perfectly fine,
A seemingly convincing voice.
But the second you turn away,
It gets a little worse.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
