Defining Depression

Just a scribble of words, i only hope no one reading can relate to this.

So cold and alone in an empty space,

the broken smile painted on your face.

Running in haste and running in fear,

the further you run, the less to disappear.

Your eyes are so vacant, your smile so full of doubt,

your lips are held together, whilst your mind attempts to shout. 

And so you try and cover, you try and try to hide. 

The deepest wounds unveil, imploded from inside.

The storm is yet to settle, the calm is yet to begin, 

and so you take the sharpened blade and strike across your skin.

In hope to hope and hope to find. 

The wounded monsters in your mind. 

The world is black, the world is white.

The world has emptied of all light. 

To try escape to safety, to run and scream for help,

is the cruelest punishment,  as the darkness is yourself. 

There is no help, there is no cure,

there are no remains of the you form before. 

There is no life and there is no sun, 

just an empty body uncontrollably numb.

Your chest barely beating, your eyes still open, 

your heart is black and your mind is broken. 

Empty days with heavy eyelids, too many minutes in a week,

a never ending feel of tiredness, that you cannot simply fix with sleep. 

Yous sit with your shadow and discuss what you've become,

 laughing with the devils as the blood begins to run. 

With tear stained pillows and nothing behind the eyes,

the days are now for hiding and the nights are for your cries.

To scream and shout and wonder through the darkness of your mind,

and not a single soul has come around to tell what you might find. 

You see some were born to live and some were born to die.

Some were made for death and some were made for life. 

Depression can destroy you, can tear your world apart.

it hits you in the mind and travels to your heart.

Until you are nothing just dust in the night,

depression is a war that nobody can fight. 

Depression takes all light in life, depression steals your youth.

Depression is a poison, yet a poison with a truth.

Depression is an illness, that no pill or tablet will help, 

depression is the root of sadness that lurks within yourself.

And now you've come to rely on it, this sadness that you see,

and if you were to part with it, you simply couldn't be.

Depression is a virus, it bleeds and leaves you cold.

Depression lies in all of us and is nested in our soul.

Depression is a darkness, twisted on your mind.

Depression is depression and impossible to define. 

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think. It would mean alot.

Reviews

[crashnburn]

as I read this, i kept thinking, damn, that's exactly what depression is. Then I got to the last line " Depression is depression and impossible to define." it gave so much closure to the piece. The words are well written with a spelling mistake or two. nothing that can't be overlooked and nothing that gets in the way of the meaning. This piece means a lot to me, a sufferer of bipolar depression. Someone who has been trying to define depression since I was little. Thank you for writing something that could mean so much to me.

[LifeInPoetry]

Thank you so much for taking the time to reader work, I'm so happy to have found someone who can relate. Thank you

[crashnburn]

I'm glad to have found a writing site with quality writers on it again. I've been looking for a while.