Depression depression depression.
It's the blackest of blacks
and the bluest of blues.
Depression.
It happens when I can not sleep.
It happens as soon as I wake up.
I feel it all the time; like I know how
to swim, but yet I am drowning.
Depression.
It sounds like my passion snapping,
my breathe gapping, it sounds so loud.
Depression
It smells like the rain... it smells like
the blood dripping from my wrist.
Depression, depression, depression.
About the Creator
Michele Hastings
I never created this to make money, just to write like I do everyday and hope that someone enjoys it!
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