Deadly depression.
You think it ends
Then the next day,
You're not too sure
Almost as of it was a tidal wave.
Deadly and unforeseen;
Creeping up slowly and without
A sound;
Not even a trace.
Until there it is,
Overtaking you,
Consuming you.
The highs and the lows
Come in extremes.
Always one or the other,
Never both.
One second you're one;
The next you're the other.
And here I stand low in the trough,
Waiting for the high
To come once again.
The thing is:
I know it's won't last.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
