Hi, I'm Depression,
I come as I please,
Once you see me,
I'm not leaving,
At first, I go unnoticed,
As months maybe years go by,
I get worse,
I get so bad that you struggle to get out of bed,
I get so bad that they things you loved to do don't interest you anymore,
Slowly the things you enjoyed doing begins to feel like work,
You are always in an argument with your mind,
Distancing yourself away from friends,
Putting on a mask so they don't see that the girl who seems happy and who they use to know,
is broken and instead of the beautiful brown eyes that bring comfort and makes people feel safe,
they are now dull and emotionless not one bit of light or twinkle is left in her eyes,
she's slowly dying.
