Depression hits me as hard as lightning.
The scars are still on my wrists.
It hit me too hard.
Drowning in a pool of tears.
Sinking under too slowly.
I open my eyes just fast enough to see you sitting on the side.
Watching more amused than you should be.
~m.n~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
