
I've been in and out of depression for three years
Shuffling through it
One time its here, two times here and here again and then its not.
Three years and that's when I knew what depression was. That's when I saw the face of the devil and peeped his eye color
But before then, I was in a lot if bad moods
Lots and lots of them for a long as memory serves me ...
I've done everything I can to survive
Trusted men
Failed
Trusted family
Failed miserably
Trusted in drugs
And they made me sick
Apples that kept the doctors coming
I've been in and out of depression for three years
And in the second I looked into the sun for minutes without blinking
It was yellow and bright till it turned dark and tears run down for no particular reason
I'm at a point in that state I can't explain .
Can't explain anything about how or what or why I'm feeling..
If I'm feeling.
I've been in and out of depression for three years
In the middle of the desert
And im the only thing alive
Been so far away people forgot who I was
And definitely not who I am
I am Gaara
Dead inside
Alone
And nobody can love me but me
FranKenstien personified
A rigor mortis in loop
I'm beginning to like it here
The taste of sand
The sun's tirade
Its all me
Gaara, Gaara of the desert.
By Ken Mills
About the Creator
Selasi Atakli
I post stories and poetry that my friend an amazing Ghanaian writer named Ken mills is too shy to post. They don’t always appreciate writing in Ghana so please help him get the recognition he deserves. If you like it, Please leave a tip.




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