Depression is like a storm. Storm clouds gather and rain knives of thoughts. You start crying because it's killing you inside. The pain starts affecting you physically and mentally. You toss and turn praying it'll stop. It'll stop once you fall asleep and the storm will return once your awake.
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Saving Thoughts
PoesiaA girl tossed and turned at 2am in the morning. She finally got up and told herself to save her thoughts so it wouldn't haunt her anymore.
