Thursday, February 3, 2011

Five Senses



Depression is a dark shadowy black.

It tastes like a glass of rotten milk when I wake up first thing in the morning.

It smells like a old piece of moldy bread.

And reminds me of dead deer splattered across the road.

It sounds like a cat whimpering in pain crossing the road.

Depression makes me feel like I am alone.

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