Poem of depression

My depression is made from-

Fears and inner scars,

That I carry everywhere,

Mistake that feel like I’ve made, 

The world end.

I found it-

When darkness fell,

Alone curled up in a ball,

It hit me like a bell,

Then I feel desperation to run.

Away from everything and everyone.

This depression can-

Consume your happiness.

Take over you,

Mind until you can’t,

Stand it.

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