Ezra Scarlet


Depression. - Poem by Ezra Scarlet

And that's how it hits.

One day, you wake up, wishing you hadn't.

Eat breakfast, wishing you'd just starve.

Driving to school, wishing you'd crash.

Falling down the stairs, hoping you'll die.

And that's how it hits you. Suddenly, painfully, and totally uncontrollable.


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  • Silver Star - 3,722 Points Dave Walker (8/12/2013 7:28:00 AM)

    An emotion packed poem, a great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013


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