Depression took away all the colourful flavours.
Every scene was in black and white
Every meal taste like stones
Every sound was static
It was so hard to focus sometimes I forget I am alive
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
Depression
Depression took away all the colourful flavours.
Every scene was in black and white
Every meal taste like stones
Every sound was static
It was so hard to focus sometimes I forget I am alive
