Depression is a war.
A battle against yourself.
Every thought is a bullet.
Every movement is a punch.
Every word is a stab in the heart.
Depression is a thief.
It steals everything you once had.
Everything left behind is the things that keep you trapped.
Depression is a murderer.
It killed the girl I used to be.
I look in the mirror.
And I see this thing.
Depression is a zombie.
You're alive but you're dead.
You are unaware of what's happening.
You're the walking dead.
Depression is a nightmare.
You wake up in hell.
You're afraid of living.
Everything seems impossible to bear.
Depression is an ocean.
A sea if emotions.
You're drowning everyday.
However you're never saved.
Depression is a bottomless pit.
Never ending pain.
Never ending struggles.
There is no light.
There is no escape.
Depression is a war.
A constant battle within yourself.
I think I might surrender for I had enough.
Depression is a war.
You either win.
Or you die trying.
And I'm afraid to say I'm losing.
