Depression
Depression is a huge fight.A battle against the world and yourself.
The thoughts are the bullets going,
Through pain, heartbreak, and life.
The movements are the punches we take.
The hurtful words are the stabbing of our minds,
hearts and souls.
Depression steals.
It steals what you used to have.
It steals the good
Trust.
Depression is a murderer in the world.
It killed the person I once was.
I am no longer that person now because...
She had died.
Depression is an ongoing nightmare.
When will it stop?
It hasn't yet.
Depression is the bottomless home of hell.
It never stops.
It just gets deeper and deeper.
Never reaching the ending point.
Depression is our sea of emotions.
Its all mixed up into one sadness.
The drowning continues.
Depression is the darkness.
Deep and dark.
The light has slowly faded away.
It's not returning soon.
Depression is a fight.
Every day the fight is still there.
The gunshots are still being shot.
The punches are still being punched.
The stabbings are still being stabbed.
Depression is its own war.
You won or,
You died trying.
I am afraid because I am in the middle of,
Winning or I am dying because I am trying.
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