There is a dark shadow
In the corner of my room.
I did not notice it at first,
But I think it has been there for months-
Growing-
And growing-
And snuffing out the light.

I only realize its presence now-
As half of the room
Is shrouded in darkness.

It has become hard to see.

Depression is like
Being on a sinking ship.
You see another boat
Out on the horizon,
But you are not sure
It will make it in time
To save you.

I lose
Bits and pieces
Of myself
Every night.

I only realize
Now-
When so much
Is already gone.

Sometimes-
I feel too much.

Sometimes-
I feel nothing at all.

I have seen suns set
All over the world
And each time
I feel more alive
Than the last.

You are etched on my bones
Ingrained in my soul
Locked in my mind
Still residing in my heart-
I cannot wash you
From my skin.

When will I be free of you?
Do I want to be?

I did not expect-
To mourn you.

It feels like you died.
Maybe you did.