PAIN.

Pain,

You are the result of my depression. A broken heart, a stained soul, a weakness inside... all is but the creation of my depression... the result is much worse: you.

I have had bad depression. I still have it. It haunts me everyday. No longer is it deadly. But it still wont go away.

This poem is written to my depression. A short but deep story about what was and what is for millions of other people.

I hope everyone enjoys this poem, and please if you are suffering from depression and considering suicide or self harm please consult a professional via phone. They are confidential and very much helpful.

Reader digression is advised.

Your friend,

Renée