On the surface the main battle is subsiding,
With time marching forward with no pause.
Suffocation and the need to escape colliding,
While I falsely stand tall and give myself applause.Hidden wounds and toxins fester inside me,
Masked by a facade of doing well.
Only I hear and feel the cries and pleas,
Going deeper and Futher into the hole I fell.Oh little Alice the true wonderland is dark and heavy,
Wonder recklessly it'll rear it's ugly head.
A reflection of reality which is just as deadly,
Which can make you feel hollow and dead.Here I am carrying on and pushing through,
But I feel so defeated and exhausted.
Battered and wounded trying to build my life anew,
Grieving and weeping for all my losses.A mental disease that feels like it'll last,
Having to get through the day.
Here I am wearing my mask,
Wishing I can fly away.
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A Book of Poems
PoetryThis book will basically showcase poems I've decided to write