that my sweet
you know that feeling
when your brain is cloudy
and your tears are shedding
and your heart is sulking
and your stomach is queasy
and your legs are weary
that my sweet is called depression
you feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulder
the Earth
the Sky
and humanity
that my sweet is called depression
you cry constantly
your thoughts are negative
your smiles become less and less often
you don't enjoy the things you used to
that my sweet is called depression
your afraid of letting people know your true thoughts
for fear that they will tell someone
and you'll end up in the white room
that my sweet is depression
that my sweet is me
I am going through what you call depression
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Hi KRYSTYN!!.....this is VERY well crafted..... conveying the truth about depression in your own poetic style...... the repetition of the phrase ~ " That my sweet is depression" works perfectly.... helping to set the tone of a melancholic foray into your subject matter......I wound up in "The white room" for 4 days followed by 28 days of the psych ward back in 1984.......for precisely what you've described so well here.......ALL STARS!!....thanx so much for sharing this.... you never know who's reading and may benefit by your generous honesty!!....... Well done dear poet sister!!....LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo
Hello Krystyn...
Depression can hit anyone at anytime for any reason...
Getting into it is easy trying to conquer it that's something else...
Some can do it on their own in time but, it isn't easy...
Some get so sucked into it that they'd have an easier time fighting their way out of a Tornado...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong