Depression Is...

Depression is not a creature with a tangible form It is not a being that can be battled or slain. It is not a lion or bear to be tamed, It is not a weight that Atlas may hold. Depression is not an armed foe, it does not have swords that you may cross. There is no shield nor barrier it cannot pass And there are no pleas that fill its ears. No plant can poison its translucent skin No blade can pierce its breast nor plunge into its throbbing black heart. There is no weapon able to conquer. Depression is no damned fool The walls you built don't exist It lingers, just beyond your gate knowing for you, there's no escape. It is the shadows that lie with your heart And it is the doubt that smothers your soul Depression is the sky hanging above the gallows And it is the executioner that looses your rope. It sinks into your skin and sleeps within organs It crawls on your bones and swims in your veins. It swallows your friends and devours your kin. It wells up like a river and tides with the sea. Depression is the waves that slide over land Depression is the water that steals your air. It is the barrier that covers your ears And the pain that pricks at your hope. It is the pen that you wield and the sword that you hold. It thrives in your silence and dies in your throat. It is reborn in your ashes and birthed in the stars. Depression is the air you take and the water you drink. It is the hate that you feel and the death that you fear. It is the end that you crave and the thief that you hate. It is everything within you.