Depression reaches for your soul with grasping hands,
quenching all the candles of infinite joy.
It smothers until there is no light left in the world,
until everything is dark in the cosmic chasm.
Depression is a drug that never stops,
as it feasts on everything dear.
It takes and takes and takes
until there is nothing but emptiness.
Depression holds you hostage
in your room, your house, your world.
There is no escape, no freedom.
There is just a sinkhole that drags you in
and you grasp again and again
but that gritty sand in between your fingernails slides
and you slip and fall
down
down
down.
Depression follows you constantly.
It asks you to succumb.
And once you do,
it takes you under its gray umbrella
where the rain and thunder pound down.
Boom and boom and boom
blends into a mix of blaring sound.
But depression is still there
holding your hand.
It reminds you not to run.
So you stay in that container,
the container in the dark corner
where dreams disappear.
You might never escape the rope that ties you.
Depression will hold you.
Feast on you.
Sink you.
Contain you.
But it might not.
All it takes is a spark of fire
and depression will dash off
like a cheetah who has just found the motivation
To follow its dreams.
Until then it will hold you mercilessly
in the funeral of lost dreams.
Waiting, watching, waking
in the bare black hole of depression.
Don’t escape.
Don’t run.
Stay.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 8:08 PM UTC
Depression reaches for your soul with grasping hands,
quenching all the candles of infinite joy.
It smothers until there is no light left in the world,
until everything is dark in the cosmic chasm.
Depression is a drug that never stops,
as it feasts on everything dear.
It takes and takes and takes
until there is nothing but emptiness.
Depression holds you hostage
in your room, your house, your world.
There is no escape, no freedom.
There is just a sinkhole that drags you in
and you grasp again and again
but that gritty sand in between your fingernails slides
and you slip and fall
down
down
down.
Depression follows you constantly.
It asks you to succumb.
And once you do,
it takes you under its gray umbrella
where the rain and thunder pound down.
Boom and boom and boom
blends into a mix of blaring sound.
But depression is still there
holding your hand.
It reminds you not to run.
So you stay in that container,
the container in the dark corner
where dreams disappear.
You might never escape the rope that ties you.
Depression will hold you.
Feast on you.
Sink you.
Contain you.
But it might not.
All it takes is a spark of fire
and depression will dash off
like a cheetah who has just found the motivation
To follow its dreams.
Until then it will hold you mercilessly
in the funeral of lost dreams.
Waiting, watching, waking
in the bare black hole of depression.
Don’t escape.
Don’t run.
Stay.
Sometimes when we’re at our lowest, all we need is someone who understands ❤️
