The broken soul,
That grew to let go.
To hide how she felt,
So no one would know.
That her heart was sad.
The smile was fake.
Everything hurt.
Her life was at stake.
Lonely and loveless
And the love she gave away.
She gave it to the people-
She wanted most to stay.
And those people always left.
And she says it’s okay.
But pretty soon,
Six feet under, she’ll lay.
Poetry
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I like that you chose that line as the title. It brings out one of the best points of your poem — that it (correctly) describes depression as a slowly-strengthening thing.