Theresa Short


Blankly I Stare


Blankly I stare out the window,
Watching the rain drops fall,
Listening to the wind whistle,
As the thunder booms,
The lightning flashes,
As scared as I should be I am not.
Depression heals the fear of death and pain and scare

Submitted: Monday, December 16, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 16, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (12/16/2013 10:08:00 AM)

    Yeah, agree...this is the common feeling when we depressed, and you tell it all in a very good way, loved it_Soul (Report) Reply

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