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What depression makes me.

Poetry By: Lona333
Poetry


Tags: Depression


what depression does to me.


Submitted:Mar 1, 2013    Reads: 16    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   


I sit, nothing is crossing my

mind.

I stare, but do not hear a

thing.

I breath, feeling nothing but

numb.

I speak, so people people think i'm

fine.

I eat, tasting ash on my

toung.

I think, just so that I

move.

I listen, to make my self believe I

see.

I touch, so that I know to

breath.





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