i'm usually very quiet when someone mentions depression
it reminds me that i cannot be saved, my mind is frozen in an ocean of joy of which has been taken away from me,
leaving me to freeze to death
and die without being able to see the light
when summer comes by, the only thing it melts is the snow and ice around me, but my heart stays as cold as winter, not wanting to let go and thaw itself out
my depression shows me that even if it's summer, my heart will always be solid and cold
my depression always tells me that no matter if you're pretty inside or outside, you're still useless
more useless than you could ever imagine
i don't know myself anymore, so who could know me?
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different ways i explain my depression/life
PoetrySome bad poems I wrote, I'm basically venting to a bunch of random strangers on the internet. Enjoy :) update (9-22-21); for some reason wattpad deleted every part I published so they'll say they're new but I wrote them around April 2020 and yeah
