but it’s up to me to excuse.
I suck life into a dark room,
I dwell on the threatening parts
depression looms and tears me apart
it seems to always be there, next to me
a shadow taking over me.
it’s stressful and consumes.
Suicide is never the answer,
but with depression, it enters.
Your mind fights to keep it at bay,
but your life comes to an end today
says depression, anyway.
with this disease, I cruise.
My mind fighting, again
when will depression end?
Therapy doesn’t help,
medications aren’t felt.
it’s left my mind bruised.
The healing process has begun,
depression, put down that gun.
It’s controlled and caused vile thoughts to enter
but depression has broken the walls, and finally surrendered.
I know what you mean, because I live this too. It’s a struggle.
That is such a GREAT look at what depression is really like. To people who haven’t gone through it, depression is just feeling sad or down and something we can get over if we just ‘think positive thoughts.’ They have no idea just how soul-sucking and debilitating depression can be. Every day is such a struggle. It takes real strength to get through it.
Oh, every day is a struggle all right. I wish it would end.