fight against depression

The dark it smells like charcoal,

the fear it holds me inside assassinates the sanity 

breakdown the senses of pride

the emptiness it has me tight within the grip

I can't even think as my thinking capacity changes due to emptiness inside my head.

dear if you are feeling this way my words are here,

I know that you are broken up,

I know that you are alone,

I know that no one understands you cause they are not forlorn,

you see the dark clouds but please see the glare are you are beautiful and amazing 

as translucere.

you don't have to worry about anything  anymore,

you are not alone anymore,

all the hardships before you

you will forget them someday

all you have to do is 

give a brought smile on your face.

thank you...

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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