Depression
Depression
Depression is like a faceless world
A faceless face
It’s like looking in the mirror to see nothing
It’s like wanting to go somewhere you don’t know
It’s like clawing at your chest to get a breath out and having nothing to say
It’s like feeling the airway cut once and craving it
It’s taking pill after pill and waking up the next day doing it all over again.
It’s like screaming and put on pause
It’s like getting angry and your voice coming out clear
It’s jolting awake in the middle of the night waiting for something you’re not aware of
It’s the tense feeling in your arms from mental drainage
It’s laying in bed wondering why you’re lazy
It’s looking at the time repeatedly, calculating how many hours left until you have to get up
It’s covering your ears in the night and still screaming
It’s breaking promises that had no records
It’s counting on someone else’s presence to stay happy
It’s wanting to leave but feeling guilty
It’s wanting to feel alive when breathing
It’s typing and no words forming
It’s writing a goodbye letter that’s never been put to use
It’s like spilt alcohol that should’ve gone in the drain
It’s dreaming of a world that you forget is fake
And when asked the question,”What is depression to you?”
You can do nothing but say you don’t know
It’s never saying anything to avoid getting asked that question
