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