Emotions on the couch - Depression

If Depression were to visit a therapist

Emotions on the couch - Depression

 

Therapist:

Depression be seated,

What troubles lay on your mind?

You sit,

Arms folded,

Knees together,

Rocking back and forth.

How can it be that a feeling,

Complains and moans that he has losing all meaning?

 

Depression:

A buddy I strived to be,

When they were all but forsaken,

I recognised the feeling of blue,

The lack of a mortal,

To offer snuggles and a tissue.

 

When they banish everyone,

Who's there?

Me that's who.

Firmly attached with every move.

 

No need to eat or sleep,

Minimal movement,

Only needing a bed,

Facilitating a steady flow of deliberation,

With optical drizzles for hydration.

 

Salvaging minutes on the clock,

Riches in your pocket,

Making jokes pointless,

Laughter, 

Delight, 

And regalement impossible.

Erasing commitment, 

Consistency,

Any opportunity to be steady.

No ambiguity.

I'm the immaculate remedy.

 

Unappreciative ingrate.

Strolling to their cure,

To that pompous bookworm,

With all her certificates on the wall.

I'm Mr Depression,

Providing solutions,

Shielding you from bullies.

 

Ungrateful b*****d,

I stood by them eternally.

A comforter,

During their mother's and father's fatality,

Convincing them not to care.

 

Fine let's see they manage,

No depression to soften the damage.

And I'm taking Anxiety,

She's part of the package.

Author's Note

A perspective of how depression can impact on a person, through the eyes of depression itself.

From 'The Depression Collection'