Depression
you wont know what it is until it hits you
until it shakes you
until it grabs a hold of your soul
until it makes you feel cold
week in the knees mind in twists
you thought it was people overreacting
weell its people underreacting
you thought it would just come and go
the truth is it never leaves your soul
kinda like a locust
but this time its your emotions
being sucked out you feel so left out.
it isnt right
its never right
but it comes and never leaves
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