you're at a friends house. you have to sleepover there. instead of being alone at home, you parents told you to not be alone at all. so now you lay on the couch and try to fall asleep. the hours are passing by but you're still awake and just stare at the striped wall. the clock is running through the hours and slowly the sun is rising but you still couldn't close your eyes, without open them because the demon in you told you to. the last 7 hours the tears were streaming out of your red eyes, but now you have none anymore. and just sob and try to be qieut until your friend is awake and everything will start from the beginning.
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When I'm Depressed | poems |
PoetryA few poems or quotes of my depressed life. triggerwarning
