Breathless

It’s not you; it’s me
Sometimes, I feel
As if I can’t breath
as if the walls are caving in
and I’m struggling
for my last breath
The Doctors call it
Chronic Depression
Say it’s something
I’ll always struggle with
but Is it so? I don’t know
I think We all hide our pain
and pray for the day
We can feel safe
removing the face
We put forward
breathe easy As we
proudly bare our scars
Knowing it’s what makes us
who we are

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