I remember the first time
I opened up about depression.
I figured that maybe I could
Say I had it, and they
Would give me their condolences.
The words they spoke were
Malicious, and they were
Offended that I diagnosed myself
With sadness to the third degree.
Depression is like a bruise or cut.
I do not need to go to the doctor
To understand I am injured.
I do not need a diagnosis
To understand my brain is wired wrong.
You just know
Because everything around is grey
When it should be in color.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
