She cries tears of gold
The river flows from her eyes
to her nose.
Her toes firmly planted on the ground.
"Why me!" She screams slamming her foot down.
Depression can be a bitch sometimes.
Anxiety can be nuisance at times.
But don't worry,just breathe
Your going to be just fine,
Count to nine.
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The Soul Within:A collection of poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book I created that's available on amazon! It has many different types of poetry inside.
