So about a year it two ago I named depression Bob.
You know, that little voice in your head?
That's so unlike you?
It's a guy for me because that's all a guy has done to me is criticize me and put me down.
Bob was just the most generic name I could think of.
Bob hates me.
Or most of the time.
He builds me up.
Let's me be happy for a few days
And those few days I feel so free
And then I remember he's eventually going to come back
And he does
And he's meaner.
Bob is quite cruel
Second worst got I've met.
No, third.
Bob , can you leave me alone tonight?
I'm over my cousins to try and be happy
And I'd really appreciate it.
PLEASE.
I NEED THIS.
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
