Your not a storm.
Your not a hurricane.
Your not a tornado.
Your are all of them.
With a little sugar and spice.
Your a blessed curse.
You make me feel whole.
Yet so empty.
You are my world yet your also my hell.
Your my happiness yet also my pain.
You are my life line.
Yet you are my death.
YOU ARE READING
Dancing in my depression
RandomThese are all of the depressing thoughts that go through my head every day. I write all of these myself.
