I looked over to the corner of my room hoping the man in black wouldn't be there. But he was hes always lurking in the corners. He came by and sat next to me.
He tormented me
He made me make myself sick
He made me cut
He made me cry myself to sleep
He made the nightmares.
This is my friend, his name is Depression....
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My Depression Poems
PoetrySome poems are mine some are stolen. If you see one that's not mine credit goes to who ever made it
