DEPRESSION BEYOND THERAPY

If I say I'm tired, that will be an understatement of what I am feeling.

DEPRESSION BEYOND THERAPY.

Attack after attack,

I can my spirit go numb.

I can neither answer nor process,

all I'm going through.

The attacks aren't coming one at a time,

They're descending on me in thousand folds.

I am depressed to the point that no amount of tears,

can pacify my pain.

Even the ground refuses to swallow me whole,

so it spits me back to the surface,

making sure not even it's spittle drop,

has touched me.

All these attacks have weakened my talents.

The heart I carry, 

has been pierced over and over again.

And so now,

I carry it as a form of decoration.

Tiredness is now my oxygen,

Depression; my food,

And mourning; my water.

Unfortunately, I can't quit.

So I just allow the pain to press on.

Author's Note

Merry Christmas to y'all. May all your dreams and aspirations come through. Byyee.