Bitterness

The corrupting nature of depression, those who are too weak to fight it, those who have been crushed by it, those who don't believe in it and those who will beat it!

 

Depression?

Is it some illusion of the mind?

The devils toy, a demons game?

 

Snatcher, soul catcher!

Like bitterness, it stings the heart

And fills the air with bruised up blood.

 

Have I known such a thing?

Am I capable of this tangled web?

Maybe not – but I am fertile to its claim.

 

I have watched and learned,

I have seen this incubus creep up.

I have caught the swell of its pregnant pride.

 

Depression knows no limit

Or so they say

It only feels bitterness to those who are safe and sane.