Today is a day where my bones are hungry,
And my skin aches with longing.
My soul sings from loneliness,
Sounding like a wolf howling into the wind,
Desperately hoping for another to answer back,
Like another day without is an agony it
cannot carry nor bare.
In the end all I am hearing is my own echo.
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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...
