Depression
Bending trees
Green grass
I see these things but don't take into account
how much they mean
to me
I make my way back home
and see nothing but tears
they are mine.
I am a scared young girl.
I feel the wind whipping in from outside.
I shut the window with a slam!
I shoo away my cat that looks at me sadly as I lay on my bed
were I stay forevermore
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