Depression is a war,
As if my mind and i are on two different sides.
My brain is shooting thoughts at me like it's a machine gun.
The bullets are explosive, and each dissolves into more and more.
Each thought branches of from another, destroying my life,
As i am the opposing side.
This is a war that continues on for a lifetime.
No matter how strong our weapons are,
How many soldiers i have on my side,
We are being beat down harder and harder
As this war rages on.
My soldiers and i march on, trying our hardest to defeat the other side.
However, the bullets used are too powerful, too strong to be stopped so quickly, and so simply.
Despite being a one man army, this other side is so much more than we,
And we are losing.
More recently and more often, however,
We've won battles.
We've gone through weeks, a month even,
Of growing stronger and better than the other side.
Though that horrible side has tried it's hardest,
It's growing weaker.
Through a combination of our large army, strong weapons, and even stronger will,
We've begun to defeat the opposing.
This war is ours to win, and we know that now.
I am not alone in this battle, thanks to my army.
Thanks to a plethora of hard-working individuals,
This war is in our hands.
But we know...
The battle has only just begun.
