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  Feb 2018 B
Mina
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  Feb 2018 B
V
Everyone tells you it's simple
to get over a spill of depression.
That's what they think it is.
A
Spill,
but it's more than that.

A spill ruins what's around it,
the liquid often stains the
surface where the initial spill
happened, but emotions
such as depression can not
simply be summed up into
such a simple solution.

They tell you it can.
They tell you it'll get better.
They offer up the reprieve of a
swift conversation to make 'you'
feel better, but it's not entirely
the truth.

Such a conversation is offered up
at your expense.

They want to not feel neglectful.
A feeling of that magnitude would
weigh too heavily on their
conscious.

So, they tell you to get better.
They tell you another day
is a day to turn around, to smile,
to he thankful, but it's not that simple is it?

Should it be?
They tell me it should be,
but how can I believe them
when my body rejects such a sentiment.
My mind detests those words
because such a powerful mechanism
knows the truth.
It isn't a spill.

My body harbors depression,
letting it leak into my mind,
my thoughts, my actions, and
my knowledge.

It shatters away at the tethers
of happiness I have,
leaving them practically
bare and decrepit by the time
the process of joyful
malnutrition departs from
my system.

The system that they say
will get better.

They offer advice,
but no solution.
They act is if they know,
but have no experience.

Spills.
Can joy be considered a spill?
Can sorrow be considered a spill?
Can hate be considered a spill?

Spills are temporary.
They are overflowing,
lapping away at the sides of
the fixture holding it in.

Spills can be taken care of,
they can be forgotten, but
depression can not, and yet,
they treat it as if it's a simple
emotion, but it's far more complex.

It
Is
Not
A
Spill.
  Feb 2018 B
Julie Langlais
I coloured your heart red
while you shaded mine blue

Jl 2016
  Feb 2018 B
Kartikeya Jain
Do not wait
for someone
to offer you
their world.
Remember,
you have your own.
  Feb 2018 B
Katherine Storm
There's a lone, dark place
Deep inside my heart.
A place where none has been
Not you, Not him.
Just me.
When the world turns away,
I dwell far into that place.
It gives me the chills
More than the cold places I've been.
I tried to open the doors to you
But you said it's too dark and scary.
For you, who have stood in the light
This place is damp and rotten.
For me, who has lived within the darkness
It is like coming back home.
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