Depression is Black.
It smells like the end of a burning candle.
It tastes like gummy candies.
It sounds like a non-stop scream in your head.
It feels like everything is slipping away and nothing matters.
It looks like a dark shadow that hovers over you.
Depression is sitting alone in the Dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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