Depression comes in many forms; it can be a fountain of tears,
a neverending silence, or a monster hidden behind smiles.
Despite its many forms, it is unmistakably a parasite; it weakens
and destroys its host until there is nothing left but an empty shell
waiting to disintegrate.
Only those that have depression truly understand that it is not
just an illness, but a leech robbing you of your vitality.
And yet some people believe it is a joke and choose to feed
this life drainer until it consumes its host who becomes a corpse
lying on the ground, unhelped.
ČTEŠ
Not Just An Illness
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote a while back. I do suffer from depression and poetry and writing is what really helps to get out my emotions if I'm having a "depression spell." I know a large majority of people on here read for the stories but I fi...
