This might be my favorite Magic 9 poem that I have written.
Depression, suicidality Loom as a silent killer, threaten. Affliction and distress surround me Like a psychological thriller, Only this is my reality. Life itself just never feels quite right. It takes a certain type of bravery To surrender life and death, often, Believing that there is joy to see.
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I adore the raw truth. Thank you for naming and living with the “stalker.” Such good imagery there…
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blue mood
every day is dark and dank
hot water
steam
things may not be as they seem
eh?
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I understand this poem because I feel suicidal all the time. People don’t always understand it though.
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🖤🖤
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