Poems about Health
Bring your glasses cleaner your ketchup your boots your markers
I am depressed. I am depressed I am D E P R E S S E D.
Eighteen is trapped, stressed, alone. Eighteen is legally an adult, kicked to the curb, forgotten.
"And how would you describe the pain?",she asked me Her kind voice holding an edge of caution
One dayThere is total darknessNo end to the abyss
Yesterday I was okay,And now I'm bitter and lonely.
My bestfriend thinks this is a myth, -didn't really have the heart to tell her that it's real,
What’s wrong? A common question with good intention. Yet when you utter these words,
I am a lonely singer; I live in my book of songs. So long, Cocooned in my silence.
Colors rainbows Roy G Biv Yellow as the sun Green as the trees