When people ask how I been,
I wanna say,
Sadness is the only clean shirt I have and my washing machine has been broken for 3 months,
My anxiety is like wearing a knitted sweater in the summer trying to catch my breath every five minutes,
Depression just swoops me up in its arms saying, "I'm here for you,"
But I don't want to put my problems on them,
So I look with a fake smile saying,
"I'm fine."
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Depression Poetry
PoetryThis is all my poetry If y'all want me to write about a certain topic message me This is all how I feel or what I have been through
