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Macy Newkirk

(December 8,1991)

Depression


Depression is the color of the blood in
Everybody's veins;
It sounds like someone is dying
And it tastes like salty, wet tears
It smells like blood dripping from someone
It looks like a big, caring, honest smile, but on the
You can see what is really there
It makes me feel numb


Depression is red with blood
It sounds like people dying
And tastes like iron
It smells like a rose that has rotted
Depression looks like someone who is close to
Death, It makes me feel almost dead

Depression is the color of a red paint;
It sounds like someone being shot
It tastes like bittersweet candy
And it smells like a woman’s strong perfume
It look like an addict sobbing in a dark room
Depression makes me feel dead
Depression makes you realize nothing good ever really
exists

Submitted: Friday, March 26, 2010

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