Poetry for the Soul

Depression

I wonder why we make depression sound so beautiful.

It's never like in books

where there was always someone to save you.

No one is going to fix you,

but you.

Depression is nothing beautiful.

It's like drowning in all of your overwhelming stress

and everyone around you is still doing fine,

going on like nothing is wrong.

And you have to pretend like you have it all together,

and aren't dying inside.

(f.e.)