A repeat
Up
Down
Never smiling
Always wearing a frown
Feeling like a clown
Taking some many pills
So I won't scream
Even though I may anyway
On the couch I
Sit
Lay
Sleep
Sometimes eat
Hiding in the bathroom
So I can cry
Trying to find ways to kill myself
Because
I'm ready to die
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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- Published: August 15th, 2025 17:30
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Comments1
Depression is an understatement in this poem that languishes in lethargy on a couch. Nicely written
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