Depression is the worst kind of killer.
It corners you at night,
or when you're alone,
and slowly
eats away at any shred of happiness
it can find,
until there's nothing left,
but pain.
Doesn't it just make you sit there,
and wonder Why am I still here?
And you think about,
how years ago,
if someone said you'd be in this situation
in these struggles,
you woulda just looked at 'em,
smile and say "You're kidding right?"
YOU ARE READING
The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PuisiThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
