The thing about depression;
there are good days
there are bad days.
They come in strings.

The strings see the good.
You enjoy life
and let love in.
All the while the strings hiss
This is only temporary
This too shall pass.

When it's bad you're alone.
Force your head up
Recite I'm okay
You know if your head falls
it will never go back
because you can't see the strings.

The thing about strings are
they miss the bad
They see the good.
I wish that were me.