Depression

• Megan Peach, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

It’s just as blue as the deepest sea
How did it grab a hold of me?
It tastes salty, Oh dear, oh dear
Funnily enough, tastes just like tears
That scent of sadness, it’s horrible
Makes me think I’m incapable
Some blank thoughts inside my head
Are telling me to cry in bed
That sobbing it reminds me of
Someone puffing, from a jog
A limpness has contained my legs
They feel just like wooden pegs