There are days when this depression is a Whisper A ghost hiding in the corner That feeling that you just can’t shake but never See That buzz in the back of your Skull a bee’s nest There are days when I say I’m okay and I Mean it And there are days the covers are lined with lead I’ve never been a weightlifter but I know the Feeling of crushed lungs This bed is an ocean and I am out to sea With no anchor Rough water Tossed overboard There are days when this depression is standing On the shore, yelling “You should have learned to swim”
But thank the Universe For handing you a life jacket and a map to me.