Sometimes I forget that depression isn't a one size fits all illness
I forget that just because my depression isn't the same as what I see on tv
Or what I read in poetry
Or what I hear its "supposed to be"
Doesn't mean it isn't real
Depression is different for everyone
I need to remind myself that
Because otherwise I belittle myself and dont try to get help
Then when it does resemble the poems I read earlier
I realize that my depression is fluid
Somedays it's the size of a freckle on my arm
Other days it's all of my skin
And my blood
It's the air in my lungs
And its everything I see
And when it is just a freckle,
I go back to belittling myself
And I start hating myself for a different reason
I am always hating myself
And everyday it's a new reason
YOU ARE READING
Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
