Depression
We define you,
Yet we don’t talk about you.
We are scared you might hear us,
And then kill us.
We are scared to report you,
Because you might wait for us in a corner
And destroy us.
We are held captive by you,
And it’s like no one is noticing .
We try to be happy,
You try to bring us down.
We cry day by day
But you are so heartless,
You don’t care.
Can’t you see we are tired?
Isn’t the damage enough?
Why are we supposed to live in fear because of you?
Why are you destroying us?
Forgive us for our trespasses,
Let us be happy again.
Allow us to live life in our own terms.
Depression,
Oh depression.
13 Responses
The fact that we're failing to talk about it ..make me wanna cry more..because we know the problem but we cant face it..😭😭😭
It saddens me very much to think that there are people still thinking that there's no such thing as a depression guys depression is real
One of the things that needs to be taught more of at our schools is how to take ownership of your happiness. Especially in a world where social media dictates what's cool and what's not; what's in and what's not. We also need to learn that you are allowed to say "Today I'm not okay" and what to do about that on such days. Well done on tackling an important issue head on.