depression
A poem because I am still depressed
Broken bones take time to heal,
But what about the invisble disease,
What about depression?
Nobody talks aboutvthe days where you want to disappear.
The days where you hide inside yourself.
The things you tear yourself to pieces over.
Nobody talks about your invisible illness in a good way.
You're isolated,
Constantly defending yourself,
Regretting your reactions.
Even if it is the way you feel at the time.
I want my brain to heal.
I want to be the person I was before I became this depressed.
Because I know that I canât bring her back.
No matter how hard I try,
She doesnât show up anymore.
I wish I could forget but my head wonât let me.
Does this feeling ever really go awayâŚ
Chloe Rose Violet
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quiet about the wounds
loud about the healing


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