Sometimes I find myself,
Spilling my emotions,
Onto someone,
I barely know,
I know they don't care,
But that doesn't stop me.
Word after word,
My problems exploded,
Tears poured down my face,
With every letter,
I felt a bit better,
And somehow this helped.
Who knew,
Just talking,
Could help everything.
And even a stranger,
Whom I barely knew,
Helped make sure,
I didn't cut that night.
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Poems From A Depressed Girl
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