Alone in a room, Weeping and weeping, Your presence unwanted. Perhaps you'll die sleeping, Unknowingly leaving, The darkness slowly revealing. Silence is relieving, The clock hands spinning, The hours disappearing. The black room closing in, Without you seeing, Eternally leaving. Thoughts running wild, Just like a child, Shaking with fear.
Reason for writing:
I had to write it for my communications class. I decided to write about it because I know more about depression than anyone else.
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