Waves rush down my skin
Crimson is the color
That I see
I won't cry anymore
I will smile
This nightmare will soon over
It has to come to an end
I swear to god it will end
My skin is the one thing holding me back
That's why I have to destroy it
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Poetry of the Disturbed
PoetryTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...
