YOU ARE READING Unspoken Poetry 9th grade depression Poetry #42 4 342 41 2 by anomalies by anomalies Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story You're afraid of the dark. You assume it is scary. You cannot see. You are nervous. You believe it's evil. Relax, you will adapt to it eventually. It is the only comforting thing you have left.