(AN: Now keep in mind that these poems were written back in 7th grade and were not written by a professional. Remember, you do not have to read these poems!)
Depression
Depression slowly creeps over your soul like a snail walking from New York to California.
It watches you playing with your friends, all the while sucking the life out of you like a cold breeze chilling you to the bone.
Changing everything about you, the way you act, look, talk, and even the way you respond to others.
It will never leave you fully and completely alone. It's always there, watching you, lurking in the darkness. Just waiting to show its angry, disgusting face again.