|The Past. (standard:poetry, 142 words)|
|Author: Lord Stone||Added: May 07 2011||Views/Reads: 1361/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I was once faced with depression, and one of my friends once said that depression is just anger. I know it is not just anger, so this poem is about the past.|
Depression is a fearful thing, something I never wished to be, something that was like an irratable flee, and so I rue the day I wronged me. I always had buried deep, emotions that I once did weep, and felt no more the saddness, inside me. I despised the light, headed into the darkness, wwanted no sight, and feel no lossness. I did put on a fake big smile, hid my trubles and through up bile, until something shook my world, and then my emotions were beyond controll. And then my parents found the flaw, I then became truethful once and for all, and took me out of the dragon's claw, and so my depression ended. But this story is far from over, if life continues then I am bound to have, my troughs and peaks, and the poem is my clover. Tweet
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