Depression to me
Is like a balloon filled with helium
Tied to the ground
When it hits
The rope gets cut
And I'm floating around
With no purpose
I cannot go back
Because I don't know where I am
Or what happened
Depression to me,
Is terrifying
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PoetryTW:// DEPRESSION AND SELF-HARM, SOME TALK OF DEATH This book isnt something you'd want to read. I hope it isn't. It's just a piece of my mind shoved onto paper
