The Author of my storm by Saliya

“The One Depression Loves” by Saliya

Sometimes I think I was born kind,

too kind for a world that bites.

I never learned how to be cruel,

only how to break quietly —

in corners where no one looks.

Depression loves my company.

It sits beside me like an old friend,

tracing my scars with gentle fingers,whispering that maybe,

I was never meant to feel whole.

I don’t know who I am anymore —

a good person who can’t find her reflection,a soul built from fragmentsof who she used to be.

People call it an identity crisis,

but to me, it feels like drowning

in versions of myself that never fit.

Still, I smile sometimes,

and I think maybe that’s enough —

to exist softly,to keep breathing,

to keep believingthat even a lost heart can find its rhythm again