Black Cloud

Depression is a black cloud

That hangs over my head

And follows me everywhere

I’ve tried to run

I’ve tried to self medicate

I’ve tried talking it out

I’ve tried crying till my tears dry up

But depression is like a person

Who talks way too much

And doesn’t know when to leave

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