Depression is a black mass that swallows up the sun.
Depression is the lightless cavern in the sea.
Depression is the monster eating away at me.

I'm malleable, new dough.
I'm stained, old clothes.
I'm tainted, old soul.
I'm crashing, my life.
I'm thriving, my mind.
I'm something, nothing.
I'm safe, unfold the debate.
I'm happy, let the tears flow.
I'm grateful, surely this you know.
I'm disrespectful, to me we see different sides.
I'm thankful, soon we will all die.

She is a Writer.
She writes of things that help others.
She writes for freedom.
She writes for fun.
Her style is unique in it's own right.
Her pens all drained.
Her thoughts expressed.
Not by violence.
Nor by explosion of the voice.
Just by paper, through pen.
She writes for friends.
She writes from life.
She writes for anyone who stops by.
She is a Writer.
An idea not at all new, but still as rare as ever.

Abandoned, left for self-determination.
Betrayed, sacrificed to inner demons.
Obliterated, a mind shattered beyond recognition.
Misheard, a brutal display of unspoken needs.
Iridescent, veiled feelings in one’s mind.
Nocturnal, midnights are the coldest.
Afterlife, we all get two.
Bent, once admired.
Lies, questionable.
Exasperated, done.

I wonder if it feels good,
seeing my face
As you break a fragment of my soul off.
Like the way you love
a warm blanket in the cold woods.
Or the oh too satisfying
Click
of cocked gun.
Is that the sound you imagine,
as you fracture my already crumbled heart?

Does it feel right to you?
My anguish whenever my brain allows me to think of you?
My pain as I fell to my knees and shriek like a wounded
Animal.

Do you like shooting me down?
Making me less than human
Does it make it easier to look at me?
Because I know...
it is easier to slit the throat of an animal
than to look in my eyes as you sever my vertebrae.

Does it feel to squash me beneath your number nine shoe size?
The number stamped on my forehead as a reminder
That I am yours.
Your ****.
Your trophy.

I wonder,
Did it feel good as you lined your scopes directly at my heart
Did you hesitate before you
pulled the trigger?

if you're stressed out and you know it clap your hands
clap clap
if you need constant reassurance clap your hands
clap clap
if your life is just a wreck and you're really tired of it
if you're depressed and anxious clap your hands
*clap clap