A/N: I really, truly wish that I wrote about happy things a lot more often, but I like sad poems better.
Scary thing about depression
is it can go,
but it never leaves
It's still there
in the back of your mind
haunting you
taunting you
reminding that you're not good enough
ever.
It's sad that when depression takes over,
you're not yourself
you can walk around weeks on end
trying to understand
trying to cope.
For me a car passed by
almost hit me.
I thought back, and realized
I wouldn't of cared if it ended me.
