Depression is a burglar in more ways then one.
It steals all happiness and won’t let you have fun.
Your eyes start to water and your nose begins to run.
Your thoughts envelope you and you scream your done.
My dear your days of depression has soon begun.
You can’t take it anymore you give up,
Depression has won.
2 comments
That’s pretty 🙂 and sally, very true…
perfect description of depression