Depression is the worst kind of killer.
It coners you at night,
Or when you're all alone,
And slowly
Eats away at any shred of happiness
It can find,
Until there's nothing left,
But pain,
And eventually,
Death.
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Poem's
PoesíaThese are going to be different poem's such as: Love Friendship Birthday Sad Death Hope I do not own any of these poems these are one's I have got of the internet. So enjoy :) p.s. with the sad one people might find them triggering so read at own...
