My depression is like a mother; a mother who just lost her baby to a miscarriage, a mother who just gave birth to a still born. My depression is that loneliness and pain.
It's like an ingrown toe nail, growing in all the wrong places and no matter how much I cut and shape it, it is still an ingrown toe nail.
My depression is like hair on my head, the hair on my body; I can cut it and shave it but it grows back again and again.
My depression is like pen ink. It doesn't go away, I cannot erase it even if I try.
My depression doesn't go away, my depression sticks. It sticks like gum on the bottom of a new pair of shoes. My depression is one of my personality traits. Without my depression, this depression that has always been with me, I am just as lonely. I am just as lost because my depression, my sweet depression, completes me. It shows that I can feel.
My depression is like an unwanted child. A child that came but was never asked for. A child that feels an empty void without ne wanting it to.
My depression is me.
Written by Mai
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Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry written by my beautiful cousin and I. Hope you enjoy them!
