I see her in the shadows,
In the corner of my room
She always runs away because
She's afraid she'll speak too soon
Her heart is full of darkness
And her eyes are made of red
She always seems to greet me
When I'm crying on my bed
She tells me that she loves me
And that I need to get my rest
And when she helps me hurt myself
She says "it's for the best"
She follows me around
Everywhere that I go
Telling me to fake my smile
"Don't let your sadness show"
She wipes away my dirt and tears
And tells me to lay down
Sometimes she'll try to cheer me up
By making melodic sounds.
They made me go to therapy
And I hated every session.
But then I cried and realized
She was my depression.
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Her (a collection)
PoesieA collection of poems and free writing about her. It's usually gonna be from a sad boys P.O.V . I might change it up a bit . idrk .
