Depression is like a leach,
It sucks the life out of you until you think you have nothing left,
And then you find a spark of hope,
And that is quickly pulled away from you.
You try to fight it,
You cry,
You scream,
But it has you right where it wants you.
You can never fully get away,
But if you're lucky,
You can find some solace.
YOU ARE READING
disconsolate ✔️
Poetry*COMPLETED* Putting in words your emotions is like attempting to catch a butterfly without a net. It's nearly impossible. But when an emotion is strong enough and you need a release, poetry is there. Poetry is meant to be an emotional release, a way...
