Depression.
Something so strong
But yet so weak at the same time.
It weighs you down.
It holds you back.
It feels...
It feels like a dead body.
Like carrying a dead body
On your shoulders
Everyday.
It occupies your time
You don't want to eat
You can't sleep
Hard to breath.
Maybe you're the dead body.
Maybe you're
You're carrying..
Your own dead body.
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A Dance With Darkness (Poetry of Teen Depression.)
ПоэзияJust some situations I have gone through and are still going through written down in my thought process.
