It will come in waves,
Turn us all into slaves,
And creatures of ice,
In the ease of rolling a dice.
It's something that forces hearts to rip,
Causes skin to break and blood to drip,
Stomachs will lack,
Minds will crack.
You will be lost,
Fate will be tossed,
It can cause you to say goodbye,
It will decided whether you live or die.
You will crumble and fall,
No longer stand tall,
You've lost all succession,
Because of depression.
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The Very Tired Girl
PuisiA book of poems... Some may be...triggering... Most will be mine, but if you want to submit just dm me and I'll put it in here, you can ask for anonymous, or you can ask for credit either is fine. Please read. TRIGGER WARNING
