Days and weeks
Passing as though each one were nothing but a second
I delved deeper into the black hole
That was pulling me in
Depression had me hooked around its wretched finger
And i wasn't fighting
For i knew that it had me a long time ago
And i would never go back.
When people tell me to be happy
I hide away in my shell like a frightened turtle
Happy isn't even in my vocabulary anymore
I don't bother to talk to strangers or even my family
Black has consumed me like a scavenger
Making me dress in it and dye my hair
Get peircings and tattoos
Depression is the only home i know
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Poems
PoesíaThese are just poems qnd memoirs i've come up with at 3 am, on late nights, while being sad, mad, happy, or in love.
