Now We Wait Poem by Chantelle Hutchinson

Now We Wait



I hate myself. I really do.
All good things come to me, but I choose to push them away.
Dealing with this is by far the worse thing I have had to do.
I'm just one big black cloud of unlucky, really.
Depression is just waiting for my last moves before it swallows me whole.
Now we wait.

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