Black Depression

Depression is black.

It sounds like a crying boy in the rain.

It smells like spoiled meat in the sun.

It taste like sour candy after a bad night.

It looks like a black hoodie on a sad girl.

Black feels like an creepy quiet night.

By Simon Scott

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