My Old Home
Depression is like an old abandoned house.
A bit unapproachable to others.
But this house is my sanctuary.
It is delicate.
It is dangerous.
It has held strong for so long.
I know I should just tear it down…
But knowing me, I would just live in the rubble.
And that would be worse.
And depression can always be worse.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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