Depression is like a storm.
It starts slowly,
Eating away at you.
Then it becomes stronger,
And causes more damage.
Then it stops,
And you think you're fine.
That it's getting better.
Like you can go outside now,
And enjoy the finer things in life.
Kind of like the eye of the storm.
Then out of nowhere,
It hits you again,
Knocking you down,
Harder then before,
Until you're no more.
It swallows you,
Clogs your vision
So you can't see
How close to ending it is.
And some don't make it,
Thinking that the only way
To stop it, the storm,
Is to stop themselves.
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RandomThese are just some random stuff that I will write. Most of it will be about how I've been feeling lately and if you can relate to these cool beans if not no hate please because I don't think I can take the pain for much longer...I'll be writing unt...
