(8:51 pm)
I can run,
I can hide,
I can keep a smile on my face
And make it seem like I'm alive,
But there is a truth.
No matter how far I travel about,
No matter how obscure I can become,
No matter how convincing my smile,
And make it seem I'm marching on to the beat of my own drum,
I cannot run from the truth.
Quite simply because it is a part of me.
It nuzzles itself into the deepest of my soul,
Darkening my world and locking me in.
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We've Come a Long Way, My Friend.
PoetryThere will be content including suicide, self-harm, depression, anxiety, schizophrenic symptoms, isolation, paranoia, and other topics that viewers may find triggering. Viewer discretion is advised. These poems will all be written by me. They're ba...
