Depression is like having a
Black could
Over you it never leave
Depression is like a wave
It keeps coming back
The sadness
Somedays its not that bad
Depression its a hole you
Feel like you'll
Never get out of
Depression its the voice
In the back of your head
Filling you with
Bad thoughts
Depression kills you
Slowly
Eats you away
Like you told a lie
YOU ARE READING
Spoken word
PoetryHere I will be posting my spoken words I wrote i don't know how often I will be writing though
