Depression is like a tinted window
Everything in shades of gray
Little drops of color slip through
Mostly in shades of red
Any light that seeps through
Is dull and muted
Everything passes by in a blur
The world outside
Detached
The tinted window keeps you safe
Behind its glass wall
You see everything go by
But nothing can touch you
You are alone
YOU ARE READING
Void of Stars
PoetryThis is a new poetry book. My last ones were toxic and I didn't want them anymore. This one will stay creative. If it becomes toxic I will delete as well. I want to be happy. That doesn't mean my poetry will be but I don't want it to make me feel wo...
