Depression is Real
My demons squeel
Not even i know what i feel
Broken inside
Whats left to give
Nothings right
Whats the point in putting up a fight
With that i whisper..."goodbye"

Poem 16
Depression is Real
My demons squeel
Not even i know what i feel
Broken inside
Whats left to give
Nothings right
Whats the point in putting up a fight
With that i whisper..."goodbye"