Reality of DepressionA Poem by Kirsty AnneI wrote this when I was depressed, I'm not anymore :)Depression
isn’t just a phase. And
getting out is like a maze. Be
pretty, friendly, cute and thin. Relapse
and you fall back in.
Drag
a razor through your skin. Demons
flow out from within. Inside
I am already dead. Not
my body, but my head.
I
sit awake and stare into space. I
hate this world, I hate this place. Listen
to some slow sad songs. Why
does night-time last so long? © 2014 Kirsty AnneReviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 14, 2014 Last Updated on October 14, 2014 AuthorKirsty AnneUnited KingdomAboutMe - 14, Scottish, 5 ft 3, nose pierced, atheist, dancer, singer, violinist, guitarist, tattoo & piercing enthusiast. Games - TLoU, FNaF, Slender, Bioshock series, AC, etc. Music - Paramore, Ev.. more..Writing
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