I like to think of depression as a She.
She’s strong like a woman and once she has a hold of you, she stands her ground.
She’s not always there,
But when she arrives
She makes sure that you feel she’s there.
She makes you feel heavy,
It was like she never left.
She reminds me of a shadow,
Always following you,
Even in the dark - especially in the dark.
She makes you feel things,
She makes you think things,
Things that you never ever dreamed of.
But then sometimes she’s beautiful,
Gracing you with your tears.
Tears that realease all the dark you were holding onto in her shadow.
But sometimes the tears don’t stop,
Won’t stop,
And through blurred vision,
You take her hand
And follow her into the shadows.