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
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


Published by RayLove

I am a Humanitarian and Advocate many types of social reform Please check out my Causes as well as well as my social media website.

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