In the shadows I shall hide
And with my secrets they reside
I wish they'd stop
But when I ask them to
They burrow deeper into my thoughts
Stop stop stop stop stop
I tell them to but they will not
But soon those bad thoughts
Begin to rot
My thoughts return
To what they once were
And then everything
Is great again
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry Book
PoetryThese poems were written mostly during my times were depression hit me hard. Some are from fifth grade, but most are from 2017 - present.
