If Depression was a color,
It would be Black
As Black as a Midnight Sky.
If Depression was a taste
It would be just like Tears.
If Depression was a feeling
It would be as Bad as a Drowning But Alive.
If Depression was a smell
It would be Like a Puff of smoke.
If Depression was a sound,
It would be As slient as The dead of night.
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Behind my Smile (Poetry For The Broken)
PoetryBehind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh I'm falling apart. look closely at me and you will see The girl I am isn't me
