Hmmm how shall I start? A poem would fit perfectly in here. Set up the story I'm about to tell. Not about me, of course... Well, kind of. Anywho, here's your poem.
Dark Patterns
Depression.
It sits inside,
And you rot.
It's horrifying.
How
You don't want to do anything.
You want to sleep
And listen to memories.
It's work to
Pick up the
Phone.
To call the help you need
Or to
Answer
The pleads.
The tears
Tear stains
How it
Blotches up your beauty.
Guess what.
Look up.
Smile!
You dear,
Are gorgeous.
You dear,
Are smart.
You dear,
are loved.
Whether it be
By me.
Or
By him.
You.
Are.
Loved.
Can you guess what my story will be about?
