Dark Hours

Depression

What is depression?: A Poem
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Depression is a hole. A dark deep hole. A hole with no end in sight. A hole with a single lit candle for light.
A hole filled with fear, anxiety, voices from little creatures in your head making it seem like no one is there for you. Making it seem like no one understands or will even care.
And that single candle burns slowly, slowly, through the darkness. That horrible darkness of the world.
But that candle, no matter how much you want to put it out, you can't. It's forever there weighing over you. Not letting you escape.
For you are afraid to escape. But your mind tells you you want to escape, when you know damn well that you can't. Though you try and fail countless times, you still manage to move your scarred heavy body through the dark.
You crave to leave and you crave to live, but the dark is so strongly wrapped around you. So tightly wrapped. But you know that you can't leave, no it's not that you can't, it's that you won't. You're afraid to leave but you're afraid to live. Which one?
If you leave the dark would no longer be strangling you, but if you live......if you live......the fight would go on. The endless fights. The fights that prove you are alive. That you are human.
So you decide to stay. Stay for your family. Stay for your friends. Stay for your life. So for now you fight the darkness and let that small candle burn.
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