She sat there,
Staring up at the sky.
She could feel the moist morning dew seeping in from the grass,
Music playing in the background.
The sky was dull and gray,
Almost as if it were going to rain.
Everything was peaceful until a window popped up in front of her.
"Virus detected. Detected as Life!" It screamed.
She tried to push it away,
But couldn't escape.
Moments later several apps appeared on the home page.
Labeling themselves as depression, PTSD, anxiety, and ADHD.
All of them seemed to be running in the background,
She was unable to delete them.
Instead they weighed on her daily routine.
Making her slower,
Making her crash.
It took up her memory.
She couldn't escape.
So Instead,
She did a factory reset.
Forgetting everything that life had taught her,
Just so she wouldn't have to deal with it anymore.
A/N
Yes this is just another poem about depression and suicide, but it's in the terms of if a human were a phone. Idk what inspired me to write this... but I did.
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Mostly Depressing Poetry
RandomSo, this is just a collection of my own personal poetry that I have created over the years... So yeah, feel free to read... Unless poetry isn't your thing, then why are you here? XD Oh well, your reading the description sooooo anyways, yeah. Adios!
