days were bright
as bright as the sun
who knew they could fade
and slowly be done
as she grew up
it started to get dark
she began to throw up
there was no light
not a single spark
by thousands of demons
she was haunted
too many reasons
that she had forgotten
she wanted to be perfect
just like the others
and be anorexic
just like the others
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Depressing stories
PoetryI write poems about depression. They're half fiction and half non-fiction. I hope you can relate and if you do please follow for more ( I follow back)
