What is depression?
Is it the feeling I get
When I'm empty inside
Like someone scooped away my soul with an ice cream scooper?
And are now sucking up the remains of the milkshake I made?
Is it when the background seems like a nice place to fade?
Is it when I can't bring myself to reply
Because my heart is exhausted enough to die?
Is it losing my friends for the very same reason?
Is it wondering why winter isn't an everlasting season?
What is depression?
Is it knowing that this day
Is like any other?
And it means nothing if there's a difference?
Is it seeing a bridge and wondering if the jump is enough to kill me?
Is it when grey is the only color I see?
What is depression?
Why won't it leave me alone?
How do I know this is even it?
And I'm not an entitled brat that felt blue and pitched a fit?
Is it when I cry myself to sleep?
When hours of my time are only to weep?
Or am I overreacting?
Is depression when I expect to be rejected?
What is depression?
Is it when my mind feels numb and my stomach seems dumb?
Because I can check off all of the above
And I'm frightened
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One Day Counts
RandomIn 2015, I will be writing one poem a day. These are those poems.