Depression is black,
Depression is blue,
Depression is bruises,
All over you.
Depression tastes bitter,
Depression tastes bland,
Depression is nothing,
Burying you under sand.
Depression is me,
Depression is all I see,
Depression is my soul,
All I will ever be.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust some rants by me. Maybe I'll publish my sucky old ones, maybe I won't. You'll never know.
