Depression Poem by Wallis minten

Depression



A girl sat alone in a room
With a tear on her cheek
Her soul once happy and bright
Was now empty and meek
She could never rest at night
She could never sing at day
The wounds that tore her heart
Would not go away
The girl felt little joy
Her heart was heavy and sad
What was once pure
Was now solid black
This girl is not wicked
But the hurt controls her mind
And one day the dark will come
And blind her from the light

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