living with depression sucks
it becomes your best friend
your safety blanket
your neighbor
your hiding space
eventually,
you just become numb
some days its consumes every part of you
most days you don't even want to get out of bed
9 time out of 10 you're fighting yourself to get dressed in the morning
i'll say it again
DEPRESSION FUCKING SUCKS
you don't ask for it
or the pity that comes along for the rideits victims?
well,
a little girl swinging on a swing set laughing with all her friends
that comedian you go and see every friday night
your significant other laying there in your arms feeling as if the world is on fire
depression isn't racist or sexist
it's victims all battling a hell
each on different levels
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WAVES & ECHOS
PoetryA BOOK OF POETRY WRITTEN FOR THE BROKEN HIGHEST RAKING: #3 IN ATTYS