Living with depression is like watching people around you breathing but instead your blue lips inhale toxic hate and words of venom and you know you should be able to fill your lungs with oxygen like everyone else, but you can't. And the worst part is that people mistake your chest frantically rising up and down as breathing, but really, you're suffocating.
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PoetryA collection of EXCERPTS. [poetry, quotes, and otherwise]. Your place to come when you feel lonely, because you're not alone when you feel this way. "We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be...
