This Stuff Poem by Crimson Haze
This Stuff
Heart pounding
Eyes watering
Darkness closing in
Feeling unwanted, worthless
Hold it in
Blink it out
Allow it to consume you
No that it is true
People tell you they love you
Alone in a dark room
Friends try to help
Family makes it worse
You don't believe them
Sit there and cry
You know you need them but you can allow them in
They always do.
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