Depression

I’m a riddle hiding in many forms
Dark, cold, and lonely
Tears that flow, but will never stop
Family makes me feel unwanted
I once had hope, but you took it away
Yelling, breaking, punching
Warm, under this suffocating blanket
Will turns into won’t; can turns into can’t
Misery loves company





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