POETRY
THE TIMID RECYCLING BIN
DEPRESSION
I sit in the corner all day hiding from
the big monsters
Sometimes the monsters forget about
me, but sometimes they throw wads
of scratchy white stuff into my mouth,
it really hurts!
The worst is when they shake me over
my grandfather’s ginormous mouth
and run me back to the box
Depression moves like a slow train,
And you’re waiting for it to pass,
But you’re not sure when or if it ever will.
And all you can do is wait for it to end.
When they do this I feel like all my
organs are being thrown out
I feel as if barbaric baboons surround
me
The scariest part is when all the
monsters gather in the noisy box
across from me and have some sort
of session to plot my doom
I am surrounded and don’t know
where to go
Until I figure out a plan of master
escape I am here surrounded by
monsters
Me and my friend Trashy are going to
go down together
Eleanor, 12
7th Grade
International
School of Indiana
Indianapolis, IN
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Depression hovers like a dark cloud on a rainy day,
You can’t find shelter if you wanted to.
That cloud keeps you away from all of the things you could
be doing,
If it wasn’t for that cloud.
Depression plays a sad melody in your head,
Over and over and over again.
Its lyrics say, “nothing will change, there’s no hope”
Its lyrics are hopeless, and make you feel alone.
Depression is a dark night with no dawn.
There is no moon, no