The Story Of My Depression.
Will you let me take you on a ride?
It is bumpy as hell…
But I will always look good from that side.
Sometimes I feel fine,
But other times I want to yell.
It is the story of my depression in a nutshell.
Please stay safe and vigilant,
While reading this piece.
Because it might trigger some sentiments,
Which can easily ruin your peace.
It is a tale of that time…
When the world looked colorless,
Everything took a grayish tone,
And I was left with the sins I couldn’t atone.
It was the time…
When my body felt bloodless,
And I helpless.
I wanted to just run away,
Abandon this path to make a new way.
Which, obviously, I was not able to do,
Maybe I didn’t like that view too.
There was this consistent sadness,
Which forbade the emotions to flow.
There too was this sickness,
Which I just couldn’t overthrow.
I was in a windowless cage,
From there I couldn’t get out.
Accumulating all this rage,
That I couldn’t let out.
All my friendships obliterate,
Leaving just a few behind.
Those three lifted some of the weight,
And helped me empty my mind.
Let me tell you one thing guys,
I am not here to advertise.
This is what I felt on the inside;
My hands felt numb and my legs tied.
But I always kept telling myself,
That the hard time will soon pass.
You will again feel like yourself
Just let a person or two trespass.
It might not be the emotion,
Many souls will relate.
Some might understand the impression,
These lines are trying to expatiate.
This is all I am ready to confess,
From the times when I was in the stress.