Depression

Depression is like a thick puddle of ink,

It tastes like sour milk sitting in the hot summer sun,

It sounds like a blazing fire rolling through the forest,

Depression is like a mime trapping me in an invisible box.

I can't get out or escape. 

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was younger.

Reviews

[Doreen]

Depression also feels like heavy weights hanging from every part of your body holding you down until it feels comforting.
Nice write. I hope to see many more of your creations.