Depression didn't know existed till I was twelve.
Depression I'm pretty sure it's a he, the way he look down on me like every other men.
The way he go over the barrier of pillows waiting for me to put my phone down.
To put down the only thing keeping me from jumping out the window of this two story, like the two story of my life.
Depression breathing down my next till I start to think...think...THINK danm it stop thinking of all the 50 things I watch all day playing in my head all at once.
Making me think I'm going crazy or turning into a psychopath, path to we're I wanna me sane but don't want to talk, path to we're I am forced to follow, path to we're I want to leave and never look back.
But depression and anxiety will always pull me back to this two story house, to this bed, to the same guy who's always breaking my pillow barrier, to this phone that keep me sane till night time.
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Just a little pain about me
PoezjaThis is very hard to share since I only share my darkness with only two people in my life. The story about may is a true story, these will be poems. And yes i know other people have it worst then me but we all are fighting our battles. and keep in m...
