There's a darkness filled with different types of demons,
It is in the soul but it is always spreading more and more throughout the human body,
It damages you with weapons that are not solid, but is filled in by something else,
It breaks the hearts of people you loved or once loved,
Leaving them in bits and pieces,
It's hidden behind the darkness of your soul, until.... It jumps out and snatches you and tears you to shreds,
Making you float into oblivion ,
It make dark voices appear,
There making rude, rambunctious remarks,
And your screaming back as loud as you can,
Making yourself look like a mental patient,
Your wondering what this demon of darkness is,
Well ladies and gentlemen, this is depression.
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Depression
PoetryI feel like everyone can relate to this unless nothing really happens in your life and your life is boring
