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by Tasha Jun 9, 2022 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I found her... Where most would probably flee. How did she get down here? It's not a great place for us to be. I found her... She was hiding behind a smile, Plastered there with practice, It had been there for awhile. I found her... Fresh tears trickling from her eyes, Heart beating slowly, Fists clenched as she cries. I found her... She was lying there unmoving. I try to pick her up But that's a battle that I'm losing I found her... No strength or will in sight Everyday gets harder But she doesn't want to fight I found her... A sob with every breath Depression winningly slowly Half way to my own Death.-NRB 6/9/2022 @ 2PM