Depression is a clawed hand in the darkness that only you can see
Grabbing you tighter and tighter until what you see is not reality
life becomes a series of dim lit hallways
You go through the motions but feel nothing
You smile and wave
You say "I'm fine"
You are the only one who knows that you are dying inside
For this is a sickness that cannot be seen
You don't get well wishes from strangers or friends
You only get day after day of being stuck in bed
Eating and drinking become to much to do
You begin to believe that no one cares about you
It's tried to take my life and it's taken my friend's
I hope that I never feel that way again
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Author:
Kaden Hudson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2017 19:38
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Comments2
I hope you never do either
It's been a long time since I've come across writing so personally evocative. Don't give up.
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