There is a whisper
in the back of my mind
I know it's there
But it tries to hide.
I call to it
And it calls back.
Oh the words it spit,
With a voice cold and black.
It said to me
"Listen close.
I'll never leave,
From hell I rose.
I'll take you over
And one by one,
You're thoughts get colder
I've already won"
With a voice uncontained
I asked it a question.
"What is your name?"
"They call me depression"
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Poems And Quotes
PoetryI doubt anyone will read this, but I write poems and quotes all the time to cope with my "problems" and so I thought, jey, why not post them? So...here they are. Btw:trigger warning in most of them. I will put a warning, just in case.
