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This poem talks about very sensitive subjects and could be triggering for some. Take care of yourselves.

Trigger Warning // Traits of Depression

Maybe i'll last.
The part,
The pain,
Drives me insane.
Drives me to a crash covered with rocks from the days of skipping.
The days of wishing.
The feeling of being missing no mater how many times you've been found.
Calling the hounds to search me down.
Me sitting still trying not to make a sound. The recreation of fantasies to fulfill my desires. Yet every glimpse backfires into a nightmare. One to tear my hopes up like confetti.
I become unsteady.
Not ready to face this head on.