A poem i wrote about depression

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Depression

The Kids are yelling
Tears are sheading
Life is ending
There's no telling,

When they scream and
When they dream,
About the time the light would shine,
Talking to the kid they knew when they were younger and they still wondered,
How things worked, how things lived
They still cared about the little things but now we're older there's no telling when we will be the same, what a shame!

The kids are now screaming at the top of their lungs, they are crying they are screaming theirs no making out alive! Then they're cutting and they hear buzzing. They drop right down to the floor as they're regretting theirs no ending help me help me they are saying as they close their eyes and take a deep breath as they see the light! Help me help me please help me I can't die!

They open their eyes and see their family staring at their grave. They are now screaming and crying wishing they knew. Wishing they knew that their kid was hurting wishing they ask them how their day was when they had the chance.




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