Depression.
Breathing gets harder.
It seems like I'm under water.
That when I'm at school,
I'm surrounded by fish.
Their bulging eyes stare at me.
They're bedazzled by shimmery scales of normality. They're using all the oxygen.
Now my lungs are burning.
I feel trapped in a fish tank. ..in a glass box.
Happiness is the annoying kid tapping the glass.
Tap.... Tap... TAP... TAP!!!!!! TAP! TAP!
It drives me insane.
I try,
I try to breath,
I try to break the glass,
I scream.....
Water floods my lungs....
Depression... In a fish tank
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Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
