The days drag on
and the weeks seem longer.
Happines is a disguise
but the sadness is real.
Depression drags on
It's not easily forgettable.
Leaving behind scars
Tearing your insides apart.
I don't want it to be real
I need it to be fantasy.
I still have dreams
So many things uncertain.
The days drag on
And the weeks seem longer
I'm just trying to get through
As a girl with depression.
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Seashell in The Sand
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry about my life. The things I go through and the things I witness. Some are happy, some are sad, and some won't make any sense. Sometimes life doesn't either.
