a collection of poems from a teenager/young-adult with chronic depression and anxiety.

When I wake The sun forgets to descend Or is it just me who forgets to notice, Maybe I awoke the insane. Called me barely sane I wish I could actually know 'What is this insane?' After all when I wake The sun forgets fo descend The things we don't notice Maybe I woke in another realm Where there isn't a wish to care. ___________________________ Welcome... To my home With poems at your disposal Stories at your welcome. Yours R.Writter

Take my hand, come with me, I have something interesting for you to see. Poems here and poems there, Poems and books everywhere. Filled with dreams and filled with tears, Sometimes hopes and sometimes fears. So take my hand there's so much to see, Together we'll read just you and me. {All work is my own} {#1 in Poems // 2/13/20} {Please ask/tag/credit me in any poems you want to use, thanks!}