Depression is like a storm. It starts slow,
Eating at you slowly,
Then it becomes stronger
And causes more damage.
Then it stops,
And you think you are fine,
That it's getting better.
Like its safe to go outside now, And enjoy the finer things in life. Kind of like the eye of the storm. Then out of nowhere,
It hits you again,
Knocking you down,
Harder than before,
Until you're no more.
It swallows you,
Clogs your vision.
So then you can't see
How close to ending it.
And some don't make it,
Thinking that the only way,
To stop the storm,
Is to stop themselves.
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Poetrysometimes the words left unsaid are the loudest in someone else's mind---) This book is full of sad poems which will make you cry. And so many words left unsaid. 🎖️ #8 - wordsleftunsaid
