It sinks like a ship into the water
Dreary like a sad, sad song
Some call its name by cold collection
Others say its called depression
Like a storm cloud over the city
A song that no longer has a rhyme
This is a weight over my body
I carry the world on my every weakening shoulders
Some call its name by cold collection
Others say its called depression
The day I wrote this I was not the happiest person in the world. I do not remember exactly what went on that particular day all i know is I was sad. Cold collection is my version of depression in not quite a strong word. there is not much to say about this particular poem the only thing I can say is it is about depression.
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