I am depression.
My strangling hold,
keeps people away,
from being joyful,
and carefree all day.
They get sadder and sadder,
day by day.
They start to gather dust, and then fade away.
I am depression.
My strangling hold,
keeps people away,
from living life to the fullest,
each and every day.
The sky gets dark.
The grass turns gray.
And shattered and broken,
the Earth rots away.
I am depression.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
I am depression.
My strangling hold,
keeps people away,
from being joyful,
and carefree all day.
They get sadder and sadder,
day by day.
They start to gather dust, and then fade away.
I am depression.
My strangling hold,
keeps people away,
from living life to the fullest,
each and every day.
The sky gets dark.
The grass turns gray.
And shattered and broken,
the Earth rots away.
I am depression.
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