IF I could write this is what I would write…it’s so resonating with me. I heart you baby. I wish I could say it will get better. I hope it does. It will pass. I hope it does for me too. I feel really shitty today.
Depression is a murderer and a thief.
Depression is a pirate who plunders.
Depression is more than just grief;
Depression makes sunny skies into thunders.
Depression is a deep, dark pit.
Depression is a stagnant cloud overhead.
Depression makes one to sit;
Depression is either a constant or a non-usable bed.
Depression propels questions such as “why?”
Depression breeds contempt and shame
Depression breaks wings made to fly
Depression makes every day the same.
Depression is making me die.