Depression is not when I attend a funeral,
And the dead have been prettied,
and the coffins have been chosen.
It is not the sorrow I feel..
Depression is not when I fail a test,
Nor is it when I dishonor my family,
Or when I make a fool out of myself that day.
Depression is when I laugh heartily with family,
And chatter fills the air, it's a grand time!
But hell.. Is it hard to breath.
Depression is when I am alone and at peace,
And the clock ticks and the ink drips,
And suddenly I am suffocating in my thoughts.
Like a deep sea of worry, stress and negativity.
Depression is when my body is stone,
And every move feels like I'm dragging tons.
And so, I shed black tears.
It is when my thoughts are in blots.
It is when I am inky.
~ M.M
They said the stars shine the brightest at night,
But what if the world looks like the sun,
And you're a tiny invisible star?
Surely night will fall,
But not on your side.
