Depression: Locked Soul

Stacyzee


Depression: Locked Soul


These four stripped walls, remind me of my empty soul.


I have been fed to the cheetahs; abandoned and disowned.


I cry to myself tonight, I am used to keeping my hurt in.


A devastating past is enough to be anyone's burden.


My soul is locked up, I will keep the key.


Forever and forever, that is how it will be.


I rather be lost in myself, than to confess that I need help.


My pride makes me feel nothing but embarrassment.


How could someone once so strong come crashing?


I am weak, I have fallen to the floor.


I will go on, for that young boy that I adore.


He is my son, my energy, my light.


Without him, I'd be dead without a fight.




Depression: Locked Soul



There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.


Depression: Locked Soul
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