Friday, September 28, 2012


Depression is a dark sky
Far off in the distance
It sounds like the silence
Of a deserted town
Like the loudness
Of a passing train
Deafening and always there
It is the flavor of rusty metal
And bitter aftertaste
It smells like the chill
In the winter air
Depression feels like the isolation
In a room full of people.

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