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I can’t
I can’t help, but cry
I can’t help, but lie
Just to hide all the hatreds,
That I’ve been going through inside.
What is it?
The darkness,
It’s behind me,
Chasing me,
Dragging me to sadness.
I can’t help, but lie
Just to hide all the hatreds,
That I’ve been going through inside.
What is it?
The darkness,
It’s behind me,
Chasing me,
Dragging me to sadness.
Published 27th Jan 2019
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27th Jan 2019 8:21am
I always like when spillers of ink start off with Self or Spiritual inks
because it helps me to connect with Your spirit.
thank You
I would hope that the hatreds and dark do not reside within
or that You're moving towards extricating.
Though poignant,
You did get Your point across.
and again, welcome to the Deep (end of the pool)
because it helps me to connect with Your spirit.
thank You
I would hope that the hatreds and dark do not reside within
or that You're moving towards extricating.
Though poignant,
You did get Your point across.
and again, welcome to the Deep (end of the pool)
27th Jan 2019 2:44pm
27th Jan 2019 2:48pm
Loved the way this work communicated to me.
Refreshing to read a poem about depression that doesn't evolve into endless self obsorbed diatribe.
Refreshing to read a poem about depression that doesn't evolve into endless self obsorbed diatribe.
27th Jan 2019 4:40pm
27th Jan 2019 3:29pm
27th Jan 2019 4:37pm
2nd Feb 2019 2:40am
Depression can be a tireless foe; keep moving forward. You captured the despair in your writing.
2nd Feb 2019 9:08am
Yeah, I’m doing that always, it’s just that life is so hard to live and it makes me lose my hope most of the time.
Anyway, thank you! 🙂
Anyway, thank you! 🙂
