I'm like a pack of gum
You chew me up until I lose my flavor or
You don't want it anymore
Some people still have some sticks left
And others have just ran out
But the bad thing is
( I Don't Care )
As long as I am in there life I'll be happy
But when there done I go straight to the trash
Were I guess I belong
YOU ARE READING
My Depression thoughts
Non-FictionDepression, my thoughts, triggering, this is stuff in my head and I needed to get it out somehow I don't post frequently so
