Singing/
Singing/
Singing silence/
Ringing through my ears//
Circling/
Circling/
And circling/
Whispering and shuddering/
Smiling like predator caught prey//
I fall victim again and again/
To this deathly quiet snare/
While I wait for hunters to end my misery//
But I want to fight/
I want to run free/
I want to be young and careless again//
I want to forget the bullets of poachers/
I want to forget the scars/
I want only to live free of being chased//
But I run/
And run/
And run/
With torn feet/
And bleeding lips/
As the silence sings//
/Singing/
/Singing/
//Singing silence//
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Depression Session
RandomHello, for the sake of names, you can call me Jaxin (not my actual name, but I always did love that one.) This is the storage shed for all my thoughts when I'm having one of my "sessions". This is my safe space for me the come and sort out what I'm...
