(original poetry about anger to sadness) the fury fades, a quiet storm, and leaves behind a heart deformed. the fire cools, the rage is gone, but the doubt remains, and lingers on. will I always carry this weight? this burden, this unspoken fate? will i be trapped in this same place, forever lost in this dark space? the question twists pulling me deeper, will I be this way forever? the anger’s gone, but pain stays near, the silence loud, the doubts unclear. and all that’s left is one cold beg, will I always be this way, or can i be free? #mentalhealth ❤️