Slowly she was convincing herself that it was okay to not feel happy anymore.
Slowly she was fading from the goals she had set for them to reach.
She was fading from him.
From the life, she wanted to live.
And no one was there to stop her.
Slowly but surely she knew what the end would become.
And she was not against but rather welcoming to it.
She was lost and never to be found.
But it was the way she wanted it to be as no one made a sound when she needed them the most, leaving her in her own sorrow-filled silence.
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Depression Diary
PoesíaA diary that I write in whenever I feel depressed... It may be dark at times but that's just the way it can be
