Depression


It comes and goes,
Like thunder.
It rains cats and dogs.
It locks you inside,
There is no sunshine to play in.
It booms
It roars
Its the only worry on your mind.
It comes on strong
and leaves without a goodbye.
It will be back soon
It will scare you again
It will keep you inside
Maybe it will wave a goodbye,
filled with a burst of colors.
But it will never say a
simple good bye.

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