Depression is like the light leaving you eyes, disapreeing with every waking moment
The door is closing. Hope is leaving, chance of any sort of happiness is gone.
Depression is the petals of a flower slowly falling to the ground.
Oxygen is meeting fire like life letting depression.
The light bulb explodes leaving the terrible darkness in its wake.
-Izanell
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PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words -Robert Frost
