Depression is like being hit by a semi truck and ending up in a coma where you are completely alone. And when you wake up, you can’t even see the people there who have been caring about you the whole time. And then when you think you are able to get back to your life the way it was before, there’s a large weight on your shoulders that keeps telling you you’re not good enough and that you’ll never amount to anything. You can cut the weight off, but it’ll always leave the scars.
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stupid ugly worthless fat (poems for the depression in me)
Poetrypoems I write when i'm depressed, no worries.
