Depression is a type of expression
The darkness in my soul is made up of anger,
I try to keep others out of this danger.
I have never felt so down and alone,
feeling as if this really is the unknown.
Wondering if there is anywhere to go,
crying out a steady flow.
Breaking down the end is near,
all that's left is you and fear.
- Katelyn
Sunday 16th October 2016 2:48 am
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