The doors slammed.
There comes the yelling.
Hiding in your room.
Just waiting.
Waiting for your turn.
Waiting in fear.
Your heart beating loudly.
Before you know it, he comes in.
That's the last thing you remember.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Thoughts
PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
