Depression isn't crying after your lover breaks up with you.
depression is not having to motivation to close your eyes in the hours where sleeps.
depression is not thinking about death after your boyfriend takes a picture with another girl.
depression is slicing your wrist open with the intention of not waking up.
depression is tying that noose and praying that you locked the door.
depression is looking while standing on that bridge and hoping you don't survive.
depression isn't romantic, or sadness, or something to feel after something doesn't go your way. depression ruins lives, and ends lives.
depression isn't something you feel. depression is something that lives inside of you forever, eating away at you. some can keep fighting but some people aren't as strong.
depression isn't crying for a week after your hearts broken. depression is laying away at three in the morning, eyes burning because you have no reason to blink, reminiscing what he tasted like. what he smelled like. what he looked like. what made him smile.
and why you had to be yourself and fucking ruin it.
depression isn't something to romanticize. depression tries to drown you. some people fight and fight and fight to keep swimming no matter how bad they want to let the water overtake their lungs- and some people just stop swimming.
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Kenadee's Poems
Poetryjust some poems that have kept me from realizing who i really am. poems about the boys who left me alone to lay in bed at 3am with puffy eyes and thoughts of unknowingness. poems about my best friend who has never given up on me. poem on the thin...
