Loud yells
A slamming door
Wedding bells
Once more
No warning
Puddles of tears
A sly fox
Growing fears
On and on he mocks
No warning
An empty tissue box
Along with a body on the floor
While a man talks
Like a lion with a great, rumbling roar
No warning
Not an open book-
He's covered in locks
A heart made of rocks
Boxed up fuzzy socks
No warning
Family pictures tore
She was a fish on a hook
And depressed down to the core
No warning.
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My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
