i don't know how or why
but when i look fine
a storm brews in my head
it seems to build up
until i just can't breath
it feels like im stuck
stuck somewhere that is dark
and the only light here
is the one of my phone in the night
and i don't want to do anything
nothing at all
because whats the point
of doing something when feeling like
this
i try and distract myself
or brighten my mood
but when im not doing something
i just break down
i just want to be friends
with you
my favorite worry
my depression
~the depressed
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sometimes it's ok to cry
Poetrymy friend and i don't know what to do but we like to cry so let's do it together - - - desi and zarin
