Depression is like a storm.
It starts low,
eating away at you slowly.
Then it gets stronger,
and causes more damage.
Then it stops,
and you think your fine,
that its getting better.
Like its ok to go outside now,
kind of like the eye if the storm.
Then,out of no where,
it hits you again,
knocking you down,
harder than before,
until your no more.
It swallows you,
clogs your vision.
So then you cant see
how close to the ending it is.
And some don't make it,
thinking that the only way
to stop the storm,
is to stop themselves.
-R
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