If depression has done nothing else
It has made me a great writer
Just no one else seems to know
I stay far too close to myself
Not even my s/o really knows me
That’s his fault though
All I needed was a hug
You told me to shut up
We’re def not on the same page
Cuz how you mad that I’m hurting??!!
I just have to accept that there is no me left for me in this life.
No one to care like I do
We’re told to treat people the way we want to be treated.
Where is my reciprocation?
The universe must have me on hold
And surely there is no God
Maybe one day I’ll catch this body that I keep trying to keep upright
Until then, another page turned
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Moni Staxx
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
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