Depression is a war.
A battle against yourself.
Every thought is a bullet.
Every moment is a punch.
Every word is a stab in the heart. Depression is a thief. It steals everything you once had. Everything left behind is the things that keep you trapped. Depression is a murder. It killed the girl I use to be. I look in the mirror, and I see this thing. Depression is a zombie. Your alive but your dead. You are unaware of what's happening. You're the walking dead. Depression is a nightmare. You wake up into a hell. Your afraid of living. Everything seems impossible to bear. Depression is a ocean. A sea of emotions. Your drowning everyday. However your never saved. Depression is a bottomless pit. Never ending pain. Never ending struggles. There is no light. There is no escape. Depression is a war. A constant battle within yourself. I think I might surrender for I had enough. Depression is a war. You either win, or you die trying. And I'm afraid to say I'm losing. (True isn't it?)
