My Depression speaks, but of course no one is listening.
My Depression, an uninvited guest, who tends to always crash the party .
Will someone please tell this depression to leave . This is a party he shouldn't be at.
My Depression is like a boat, using the words " Fine, and Okay " as the anchor, you'd think the boat would Stop, but to my surprise this boat still sails today.
Sailing on the ocean to Nowhere .
My Depression is the Bully,
Using his hurtful words to tare the last bit of my confidence to pieces .
He likes to feel Superior.
My Depression is a rainy forest ,
Dark, lonely, and Cold , guiding me through the mountain of trees , never know where he'll take me .
About the Creator
Yorkeirra McCauley
I love to sing, write poetry, and act even though I'm really bad at it. I'm 19 years old. I Have a physical disability called Cerebral palsy. But I never let that stop me from achieving what I want to. 😚😊😚😊😚😊😚😊❤❤❤❤❤❤
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