Like a flower,
She stood tall,
Beauty would shine,
Through her eyes,
She would smile,
With such beauty,
But,
Like a flower,
She was wilting,
Inside she was dying,
Thoughts a storm,
Fears are raging,
Her smile was fading,
The beauty slowly disappears,
And like a flower,
She slowly died,
Tricked us she was ok,
With that pretty smile,
But she was wilting,
She was wilted,
And she died,
Like a flower,
She wilted.
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Depression Poetry Book
PoetryThis is where I will write my poems. These poems are based off my feelings and life, so mostly, if not all of them are sad. - Poems will be added when I get inspired to write them.
