| Depression is a pool of misery. stagnant. still. but not peaceful. never peaceful. or calm. no. never calm. Depression is a hungry poison coursing through veins like blood. red like the poison apples in fairytales and like the crimson liquid that pools on the blade or over an angry cut. Depression is a dark abyss of shadows. the pit of sadness where only the most desperate of helping hands can reach to the bottom Depression is a weed that destroys. branching out maliciously to consume your entire being and force its way into your mind. Depression is a disease that is not contagious though it cannot be healed by anything in the doctor's office though pills are prescribed. all that can fix it are people who care. Depression is a waterfall of tears. crashing with pain. it feels like you're drowning in fears and hopelessness as you are pounded by the water. Depression is a wound. for some it is a skinned knee. painful. but quicker to mend. but for others it is a deep cut that doesn't heal because it has not been noticed and bandaged by others. |