Poems I Wrote

Depression Is...

Depression isn't uncontrollable feelings of sadness-that's grief.

Depression isn't not wanting to get out of bed because it's cozy-that's laziness.

Depression isn't uncontrollably crying all the time-that's uncontrollably crying all the time.

Depression isn't feeling bad about yourself sometimes-that's normal.

Depression is not showering for three days in a row because simply getting out of bed leaves you so exhausted its as if you just ran a marathon.

Depression is exercising three days a week for three years and then all of a sudden becoming so fatigued a single flight of stairs leaves you winded.

Depression is not getting out of bed for hours even though you have to pee and haven't eaten all day.

Depression is not going to bed even though you're so tired you could sleep for days just because that moment in between sleep and wakefulness is the loneliest and most depressing part of the day.

Depression is sleeping for 14+ hours straight, and going so far as to "pretend" you're asleep, because you don't want to have to be awake.

Depression is sitting in your own filth: greasy hair and face, unbrushed teeth, haven't showered or put on deodorant for days, and the same clothes you've been wearing for a week.

Depression is literally forgetting good hygiene so much you get cavities.

Depression is feeling so low and worthless that you hate yourself.

Depression is being reminded that life doesn't always suck and you're not a terrible person leaving you hating yourself for feeling worthless and hating yourself.

Depression is being out with friends and enjoying yourself until all of a sudden you feel guilty because some people are sad right now. How dare you be happy?!

Depression is not wanting to go out and have fun because you'll just feel lonelier when its over.

Depression is keeping yourself distanced from people so no one has to get hurt.

Depression is when you're having fun but you still feel empty inside.

Depression doesn't go away.

Depression is the weight of the world on your shoulders and the decision of how long you'll try to balance it.

Depression is as attached to you, if not more so, than your own shadow.

Because depression looms over you like a shadow-a dark cloud.

Depression is a mental disorder.

And depression is me.