All I hear about is someone cheating.Whenever I do, I give advice on the outside,
but on the inside I'm laughing.
I have the most faithful lover.
Not myself,
Not the darkness,
Not a person.
A figure. A feeling.
I call it Depression.
Because after everything that happens,
We are always together.
I either call it, get called, or we act like 2 magnets with the most power ever.
We just come running for each other.
It's sad, really.
How the thing tearing me apart,
Is classified as me.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryMy thoughts. My words. MUST ASK FOR PERMISSION TO USE. Warning- these are sad and may be triggering. Read with caution