Even my bones are empty.
There is nothing left in me except hallowed numbness and snapped wings.
My soul has sung.
And an arrow has pierced the song birds throat.
I do not hope to fly.
I cry every time I look at the sky and feel like I do not belong up there.
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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...
2-12-2020
Even my bones are empty.
There is nothing left in me except hallowed numbness and snapped wings.
My soul has sung.
And an arrow has pierced the song birds throat.
I do not hope to fly.
I cry every time I look at the sky and feel like I do not belong up there.