No one will believe you're depressed.
Not even when they see the tears rolling down your face,
Or when they see the bags under your eyes.
They won't believe you,
Not even when they see the cuts on your wrists,
Or the letter saying goodbye
They won't believe you,
Not even when they bury you in the ground.
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Daydreaming | Wattys 2019
Poetryday•dream (n) a series of thoughts that distract one's attention from the present. - A collection of poems made by yours truly. All Rights Reserved © 2018 Juanita Cadavid
