I am from the bottle
from broken toys and locked doors
I am from Poor and Depressing
I am from Nightshade
whose hatred kills
I am from broken bottles
and bruises
I am from kings and queens
and from addictions to hate
from anger to depression
I am from drinking
from abuse and sorrow
I am from Insanity
hiding under the covers
I am from the moments that bring insanity and instability
and dark thoughts in the back of your head
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Author:
hakathriel (
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- Comment from author about the poem: None of this actually happened depression just sounds better
- Category: Reflection
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