So sad, that I can't breathe
The depression finally overwhelmed me
There's a heaviness in my chest
That can be only be described as an ache
An ache that is never ending
One that will never leave
YOU ARE READING
Whatever You Want It To Be
PoetryI'm not sure if this is poetry, or thoughts, rants even. I don't know what it is, but I guess that's the point. Its for you to decide. So let this book be filled with whatever you want it to be, because whatever you decide it is is what it will beco...
