Dear depression,
You've tapped my shoulder before and I was too scared to remember your name because mommy and daddy told me not to talk to strangers. Little did I know I wouldn't have to talk to you. I just had to listen.
Dear depression,
You stalked me during my childhood years while I was running around with water ice from POPS and melted sugary ice cream on my hands. Little did I know you would stick to me later...because your aren't out for children. You're out for the ones whom seem the happiest.
Dear depression,
You've stolen friends from me for them to join your clické with jack and Sally. You've grasped your talons around the very core of my existence and choked out whatever words I could get put on paper.
Because you depression
Had made me paint poetry
In the most deepest blacks and whites.
YOU ARE READING
The Bare Necessities
PoetryA collection of my creations varying from spoken word, poetry, short stories, and speeches.
