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A victim of Depression A cry is heard in the night, It goes un- noticed. She was just one of the crowds, She went by day by day with her friends chatting and laughing, She always had a smile plastered to her face. She was incredibly smart, and oh so talented, Everyone knew she was destined for great things, But never this. Everyone thought Depression was just an emo kid’s way of getting noticed. No one knew the truth behind this condition. She did not cut, She did not cry, She did not sulk, It wasn’t her way. But when the time came, she did do something. She put an end to it all, with one final blow. No one expected it, Everyone thought she was being over-dramatic. Now her tale is just sweet poetry. The blood that spilled, oozed out ever where, Was ignored in it’s entirety. She was just another one, nothing special. She was just looking for attention, right? But no one would know the pain she felt, The pain the others knew. Everyone always says, your strong, healthy, and loved, What could be wrong? But no one knows. No one knows how her mind worked. The constant worry and pain that slithered through her nerves, Torture, was the right word to describe it. Melodramatic, exaggerated, overemotional, whatever they’d call it. She knew it as an aching sensation, a throbbing heart, and a sinking spirit. She used to walk through the halls, her head held high. But now she just kisses the dirt, never to see light again. She bathed in blood, forever will she feel it. She went to her dark place; forgetting all emotion. One day she’ll be forgotten, everyone will move on. She’ll be just another, a victim of depression.
armyangel23 · Mon Jun 25, 2007 @ 08:56pm · 0 Comments |
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