Depression is shattered
plates and dreams
it is the sadness
that morphs into
a dead butterfly
it is complaints
about issues that
don't panic anxiety
but they panic it to panic me
It is sitting in
cold showers
mixing the tears
with the numbness
of the waters touch
depression is misery
that is a safety blanket
and you wish it
was a harsh wound
covered by a non-rip-able
band-aid that you
are itching to get off
and the floors look like fire
but there's no light in the sky
or at the end of your tunnel
and the only way out
isn't available
because you're scared
of something that's
inevitable anyway
depression
it ******* kills you.