Depression
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A Poem on Feeling Empty: Fading Supernova
I long for comfort perhaps an early grave. I burned my dreams for warmth only cold ashes remain. This hollow ache drifts on never fully belonging, never truly named. My soul, a fading supernova of wasted potential and lingering shame. Continue reading
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A Poem on ‘being normal’: False Crown
There is a new anger in me. It crept in slow, scraping away the thin shame that clung to me, grinding disbelief to the bone. The world’s lack of sentiment toward anything different sets me ablaze. I burn now, unyielding flames forged from relentless despair. The… Continue reading
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A Poem on Existence: My Atoms at War
My atoms do not belong together. They push, pull, and break— all my cells divided, existence being the topic of late. Neurons still fire, out of contempt or even spite. They make all thoughts eerie, restless echoes in this drifting mind. We are all made of… Continue reading
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Poem – The Waiting for Nothing
As the clock slowly ticks, My sanity slips, Never knowing what to do. Like I’m just waiting For death’s final kiss. Being bored is how they phrase it, But I’m trapped in this endless spin. There are many things I could do, Yet I can’t break… Continue reading
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Poem – Unspoken Farewell
Drift off, Away from this place. Escape The worn-out feeling Of having no place. I remain here Killing time; Time is killing me. You’re the only thing on my mind— As I struggle to breathe. If you can’t make it, How will I? We both fought… Continue reading
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Poem – Ambient Tempest
A storm is raging outside, Heavy clouds block the sun. I watch the rain hurry down, Tears in my eyes, as I come undone. I stare blankly out the window, While thoughts strike like lightning. My brain tries to comprehend, Thundering emotions without end. The outside… Continue reading
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Poem – My Book of Little White Lies
I don’t wear my feelings on my face,Hiding them is easier,Leaving my truth somewhat erased.It’s just less effort to notDelve into my twisted ways. I keep a bookOf little white lies,Pretending that I’m fine,A soothing story to hideMy silent battle cries. The truth would scare youIf… Continue reading
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Poem – My Slow Decay
Fake it till you make it, The pinnacle of adulthood, My brain should not need convincing, That being alive is good. Continue reading
James Gale 