The Spoken Poetry

"Depression"

Depression… what is depression?  It’s not just sadness or an absence of gladness or absolute madness. It’s a disease that takes everything out of you but people don’t see it that way

They say just let it go away and tomorrow will be a brighter today

But there are no brighter today's just worse tomorrows filled with pain and sorrow.

A feeling that’s unfathomable you see let me explain

It’s like you’re chained in the pouring and thunderous rain in your brain only to find out that it’s a chemical imbalance causing this pain

It’s being submerged into the darkness while others have light. It’s an everyday fight like a little kids fright at night.

It’s being in a maze that has exits but you never find your way out. Yea you may get a little light but then before you know it your back in your drought. 

It’s being surrounded by everything and yet you still feel alone and no matter who comes to help you’re on your own.

So who can you blame? Yourself? God? Doctors? Or life events as it presents all of its worse contents

You can’t think straight all you want to do is end it all and all of your demons are at the peak of your downfall

“Somebody else has it worse” or “somebody out there is fighting to stay alive” that doesn't help, if I could I would trade places and replace my internal hard drive

You’re numb and you feel no one understands but the moment they step in your shoes it’s like they begin walking in quick sand

On the outside you seem calm but on the inside your dying “keep on pushing keep on trying you’ll be okay” yea they’re lying

There’s no way out, nowhere to run a prisoner in your own mind and as a prisoner you’re done

How can you be a Christian but hate who God made you to be? And denying yourself is just like denying his mastery. You can’t even look in the mirror without hating what you see 

But the darkness just creeps in and you break you don’t bend.

You’re a fragile creature that can only take so much and when everything seems hard anything can be your crutch

Sadness comes to everybody even if there’s no reason to be, it doesn't care about who you are and it definitely doesn't care when you plea.

You’re stronger than you think well how do you know? God won’t give you more than you can handle well say it aint so