After,
I wake up in the mornings crying.
After,
I wake and bake to make myslef feel better.
After,
I take pils to calm my heart.
After,
I'm scared of his kind.
After,
I'm more depressed.
After,
It's only me and my problems.
After,
I cry again.
After,
I hide from everything and everyone.
After,
I hate myself even more.
After,
I cut.
After,
I bleed.
After,
I cry.
After,
I hurt.
After,
I broke my heart loving you.
After,
Everything.
I'm broken.
YOU ARE READING
It's not a phase, just depression
PoetryHere I'm gona post some sad poems if you can call them that. Hope you enjoy.
