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In the quiet, the weight still lingers, A fog that clings, and time slips by. Pills in hand, promises of relief, But the ache doesn't fade, no matter how I try. Each morning a battle, each step a fight, A heart that's heavy, a mind that's tight. The meds don't quiet the storm inside, Still, I swallow, hoping the tide will subside. Thoughts swirl like shadows, sharp as knives, Anxiety hums, like the beat of my life. I long for the silence, the peace I’ve been sold, Yet all I feel is a chill that’s grown cold. I reach for hope, but it's fleeting, like air, A fragile thing, disappearing, unfair. I tell myself to hold on, to keep moving through, But some days the dark feels like all I knew. So here I am, in this space between, Where the meds don't work, and the light's unseen. But I breathe, just a breath, and then one more, Even if healing feels distant, still, I endure.

this poem is for the weak and depressed who long to feel as though they are somebody

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Answer 2

such a beautiful well written poem 🪐🤍

Answer 3

This is so relatable and understanding that it hurts... I love this poem