What is depression?
They all seem to ask me.
I replied with,
Have you ever went swimming,
And just sunk like a rock?
You're in the pool,
Surrounded by others,
But yet, you feel like you've sunken to the bottom with no one to help.
You're rock bottom
In order to get back up you must fall first
People always seem to say.
What is depression?
They ask once more.
I looked them in the eyes
And say,
While you're swimming, you seem to drift away.
Away from what?
I drift away from shore.
The place I learned on.
The place loved on.
I drift away from food.
I drift away from the others.
I drift until I begin to sink.
Sinking and stranded.
Feeling all alone.
They still seem to ask,
What is depression?
When you hit the sinking part
Of your swimming,
Whether you dove right in,
Or you were dragged down
By the dark creature
That seems to be your best friend.
Which ever way this occurred,
They still ask me,
What is depression?
Depression is when
You feel like you can't breath
And you've sunken down
Into the abyss
Until you feel like you have become everything unknown and forgotten
Inside of this dark path,
That wraps around you
Like the water holds your lifeless body.
Depression is like being in a pool,
Full of people
But still feeling all alone,
Or its like
When you go out to dinner.
The people you bring
Starts out at a one
Now its a party of 6.
Anxiety,
Depression,
Eating disorder,
Self hate,
Suicidal thoughts
And, yourself.
What is depression?
They still ask.
Its when you look in a mirror
And lose all respect for yourself.
Its when you've been dragged down
Into the abyss by your party of 6.
Its when you look at food
And suddenly become full.
Its when you look into my eyes
And realize,
I'm screaming for help
But you can't save me.
Oh no dear,
You can't.
What is depression?
They ask one more time.
I respond,
Its the silent killer
Killing you from the inside out.
It is the silent killer
Who lives in us all,
But only shows its face
When it knows
It can't be defeated
By the strength in your mind.

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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!