Depression depression depression.
It's the blackest of blacks
and the bluest of blues.
Depression.
It happens when I can not sleep.
It happens as soon as I wake up.
I feel it all the time; like I know how
to swim, but yet I am drowning.
Depression.
It sounds like my passion snapping,
my breathe gapping, it sounds so loud.
Depression
It smells like the rain... it smells like
the blood dripping from my wrist.
Depression, depression, depression.
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Michele Hastings
I never created this to make money, just to write like I do everyday and hope that someone enjoys it!
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