Depression is like a tornado, you're sucked into a whirlwind of numbness, emptiness, and emotions. When it's all over, when it's finally over there's nothing left but scraps, scraps of the person you once were, scraps of the person you've always wanted to be.
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
