Sticky Note Poetry #9

The depression be running rampant in my mind
It’s always coming and going stressing me out all the time
Nobody ever notices why I’m coming and going
Some escape is what I’m trying to find
But it’s got a grip on my soul that’s bringing me to cry
They just never know because for years there’s been no tears for me to find.

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