depression
is the man lying next to me in bed
he might not be real
but he is there
his cold fingers
creeping up my spine
ready to attack
at any moment

depression
is not liking the things you used to like
like the movies
videogames
or friends
i dont know why
why wont it end
will i end the depression
or will the depression end me

depression
is the lost love
for someone
that you like
but never have the feeling to ask them
when she dated another boy
it only made me sink deeper

depression
is the friends and family
who let you go
in your deepest moments
when i needed them the most

depression
is the knife
on my desk
covered in blood
waiting to strike
me again

depression
is the void
pulling you closer
when you dont know it
like a black hole
trying to swallow me up

depression
is you
its me
its in all of us
but i cant stop it
should i try
or die
that is the question

depression
is a world where i cannot be myself
i feel
like my body
is not good enough
my clothes
my shoes
my hair
my weight
it will never be enough

depression
is windowless room
no light
i cant get out
i cant get out
let me out
let me out

let me be myself
without the void
without the man
without all the little things
let my live my life

leave
me
alone