In the end of the day, it's just me,
Alone, no one comes to set me free.
No helping hand when I'm drowning,
Just the weight of silence surrounding.
In the crowd, I walk alone,
No one really sees or hears my tone.
When night falls, it's only me,
No one here to ease or help me see.
In moments quiet and so cold,
I face the truth that's hard to hold.
No one here to answer my call,
Just me, alone through it all.
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
