Broken wings
Broken hearts
Why did we let them
Tear us apart
My lips bleed out
The words I hold in
My wrist shine
With the letters I've engraved
They all say the same thing
"Help me"
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Depression
PoetryDe•pres•sion /dèpreSH(e)n/ 1. The feeling of serve despondency and dejection "I'm often silent when I'm screaming inside." - CREDITS TO THE OWNER WHO WROTE SOME OF THESE--Will state the ones that are MINE. Don't fight me over this.
