My Dark Period
You see a kid sitting alone in the classroom,
with a sad expression on his face,
he writes continually never looking up from his notebook in front of him,
he twitches a little every once and a while,
but he never stops writing,
the kid was me.
At that point in my life
I felt like I had no where to turn,
grades dropped, parents mad at me,
and left alone in life with nothing,
but a notebook and pen.
I began feeling deep feelings of depression,
and like I was alone completely with only,
that pen and notebook to keep me company,
so I began doing the only thing I knew how to do,
I began to write.
At first I wrote music lyrics from different bands,
but the I learned how to put my emotions on paper,
I would write pages and pages about my depression,
and eventually that’s what pulled me out,
of that dark and endless void that I can only refer to as,
my dark period.
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