Have you ever felt like you wanted to die?

Like you have nothing to live for.

No matter how hard you try you can’t ever be happy.

You get tired of it all, it’s exhausting.

Getting up, going to school, pretending.

And just as you think you’re getting better,

The dark thoughts come back,

Your world comes crashing down once again.

You can never escape your unhappiness.

That’s what depression feels like.

Depression is when you can’t take a pill without wanting to overdose.

You can’t cross the street without wanting to jump in front of a car.

You can’t shave without wanting to slit your wrists.

You can’t walk on high things without wanting to jump.

Every moment, every aspect of your life has been changed.

Your heart, once happy and full of love became empty and dull.

Your eyes tell the truth that your fake smile hides.

Depression is a war.

One that you’re fighting against yourself.

Every thought is a bullet.

Every word is a stab in the heart.

Depression is a thief.

It steals any happiness you once had.

It takes away anything that makes you feel the least bit of joy.

Depression is a murderer

It killed the person I used to be.

I look in the mirror, and I see nothing.

Nothing, but a broken soul.

Depression is a zombie.

You’re alive but dead,

You’re unaware what’s happening and honestly don’t care about it either.

Depression is a nightmare.

You wake up into a hell everyday,

You’re afraid of living,

Everything seems impossible to deal

Depression is an ocean.

A sea of emotions,

That you’re drowning in everyday but feel none of them.

Depression is a bottomless pit.

Never ending pain

Never ending struggles

No light, no escape.

Depression is a war.

A constant battle within yourself

One that you are forced to surrender in.

It kills you or you kill yourself trying to fight it.

Either way, it wins.

I know, because I’m fighting it,

And honestly….. I’m losing.