Featuring this poem by my friend honeysomber.
I cannot bloom today
writer's thoughts mundane
always about the simple pain
simplistic to most
a day in my brain
you couldn't cope
I'd say true for most
but some of my friends
see they've been through worse
don't like to compare pain
the empathetic just know
how deep that cut goes
feel your fire through my toes
that twitch in your neck
the clench of your first
all these emotions inside
hard to tell which are mine
hold my head scream and cry
until the true me unfolds
in my room all alone
feel at peace but so cold
no warmth in my bed
alone but not dead
not yet, thats what I meant
burry myself away
riddled with depression and anxiety
thats why no one ever really gets me
still trying to get high in my grave
mama didn't raise no damn quitter
but she raised herself one…
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