Not the best of days then…

We are ready to play.

I suffer from depression and this is one of the poems I wrote while I was depressed. For those of you who can relate to this poem, I hope this lets you know you’re not alone.

It is just a game to you.

Words can hurt so much.

A poem.

There are just shards left now.

Death leaves the atmosphere stone cold.

We miss you so much.

I want you to go.