poetry for the iII

depression...my old friend

Sometimes I wonder if there is a point of waking up, 

Sometimes I wonder if there is a point of living, 

Depression is not something to romanticize, 

It is not something that makes you beautiful, 

It is not something that makes you perfect, 

I collapse under the pressure of words, 

I collapse under the pressure of responsibility, 

Most of all everyday feels like a battle I can never win, 

Depression is something that has stuck with me for awhile, 

Depression is something that I have learned to live with, 

Because...depression...my old friend...you are the only thing that makes me question my reality.