Depression is like a drug-
Not addicting
But I keep relapsing.
I always think I'm getting better.
Then the sadness trickles in,
finding its way to my brain,
From my brain to my heart-
Which soaks up emotion
Like a dry sponge soaks up water.
Still, a sponge can only hold so much water,
Just like my heart can only bear so much despondency.
All it takes it one squeeze
before water is gushing from every pore.
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
