Depressed Poem by Chyna Washington

Every time i think about you i get really depressed and i cant but help myself to think its my fault that your mad at me and i cry about it every night.
Looking out my window at the lonely street light
Thinking how i feel just like the lonely street light
Showing everyone im here to light up the darkness
Scared and lonely i cover myself to hide myself from thw brightness of the day
I curl up into a ball and bites my lip until it bleeds as i lay.
Not feeling this pain in my lip i close my eyes and try to sleep
My mom walks into my room and ask what am i doing and i tell her in counting sheep.
As im counting nd the blood drips from my lip i slowly fall asleep and wait until tomorrow to start it over again