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Depression is like a parasite that comes to you in an hour of aloneness. Depression is like a demon that wants to be fed and isn't satisfied till your dead and it isn't alone. It has a friend and its name is anxiety, anxiety is a demon that is afraid of everything and feeds off your soul.  They aren't satisfied until your dead. They won't stop until they get what they want and they start out as a small maggot then they slowly but rapidly grow. They become so big that you can't hold them in on your own and you don't ask for help because they have convinced you that you are alone and all you can say is "I know". People want to help you and they try but you have pushed them away and gave into the demons that are slowly killing you. Once they have devoured every inch of you, you realized that they did care and the demons move on to their next victim and you know you can't stop it. No matter how hard you try the demon, parasite, virus, just keeps killing and devouring innocent people. They are like villains with no weakness, virus with no cure, and they feed off pain and sorrow, and they will eventually get what they want and that's a place to themselves. With NO people, then they die.
Flower so pretty,
Flower so bright,
Never shut out your light,
Your smile, so handsome,
Your eyes so vibrant,
Why would you ever hide it?

You act so sweet and so very kind,
May your hands rest in mine?
Our lips may never touch,
But,
I will love you just as much!!
Flowers from me,
Flowers to you,
It is pretty just like you,
You are sweet and very kind,
Will you be my Valentine?
I know it is no where near valentines day but there is this really cute spanish guy at my school an i like him!!
  Sep 2019 Ethan Asher Adams
blackbiird
Poetry feeds my soul
like a needle feeds the thread
upon which you have sewn
your ruby-colored letter A
across my heart,
marking the shame that
I must carry each time
you tell me you love me

and I’m a slave
to you.

there’s no release
no release from the
purgatory that you’ve
placed upon me.

Food for the soul
(I think maybe I am your slave).
Flowers for the broken,
Flowers from the weak,
Flowers from the love your heart seeks!

Flowers so beautiful,
Flowers so vibrant,
Flowers to show you never hide it,
Flowers are bright, but some are dull,

Flowers are very beautiful,
Just like you, never hide,
Spirit from the otherside,
Never hide, and never wilt,
Especially out of guilt.
I'm having a very rough week
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