Depression

Depression

Depression

What’s the point?
What’s the use?
Grey is how I feel
Black inside
Bury me alive
Leave me alone
Tears inside
Done to my bone
I hate how I feel
A withered weed
Struggling to survive

Photo by Anthony Tran on Unsplash

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