depression sucks. I don't know why it always happens to the best of us. I think I'm a pretty decent person and the heartbreak always finds me.
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living in hell
is like not showing honesty
the way your stomach drops
and tears roll in
it's like it's eating you up
taking you away
slowly at a time
but you keep it inside
because you like that hurt
in twisted and harmful ways
so you keep quiet
knowing it'll get out sooner or later
but you don't care
never have
never will.
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this poem is as rubbish as its title. I swear my poetry is getting more and more hopeless as we go.
love caitlin rose
YOU ARE READING
some anti social girl
PoetryOh wow, something about myself. Am I a deep person? Yes. I write in ways no one will ever understand. These are my poems. The way I express myself. Through the words of depression and sadness. Hell I'd turn back now. Or just stay. Read my life story...
