Deep down underA Poem by EJ
Its dark its cold theres no one everywhere i go.
each days a different hole its like im not whole feeling all alone like a lost boy with no place to call home. Depression starts to sink in i feel the walls about to close in on me help me i cant breath this isnt where i should even be in here's a prison i get out i can't even be risen. From death of a drug called its called depression so i took the help from a friend and his name is expression. take his advice and express yourself so longer have to ask yourself is it that depression who reall has the belt.
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Added on November 3, 2016 Last Updated on November 3, 2016 AuthorEJCleburne, TXAbout18 and i think sometimes when i write i have to take like more of sound like music beats and tones and flow and i can take the core of the flow and put to what i feel more..Writing
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