By ANGELICA GONZALES
Staff Writer
The silence in the room is so awkward
But I need to be here if I want to get better and move forward
I always come back here every year
The depression always appears then decides to disappear
I wish that things did not have to be this way
But I don’t know if these feelings would ever truly go away
Until they do I guess I will continue to come here
The last time I came I shed a tear
Actually there was much more than one
Hopefully, after this time, I will finally be done