The Wind Of Depression Poem by Ashleigh Leona Mellon

A Lonely Girl Stares at the Night Sky,
Looking down again, Tearing up.
The girl Is Me, Excluding myself
From Those I Love

I feel like mould
For I can't live my life in a good way
I lock myself away, Doing my thing
I open My Window

I break A Mirror, And Bleed Black
I am as emotional as they come
I dont have many friends
That will understand me

I sit in a corner all alone
Hoping for my life to get better
It is not, I cry while listening to Emo Songs
I listen to Hawthorne Heights or something Similar

I keep Silent, Play guitar and write this poetry
In my heart, my scars are deep
I will bear this feeling as the Winter shall be the worse
For the wind that flows around me is the Bitter Wind of Depression