Depression looks like a dark cloud

It blinds you from seeing the grace in things

It slashes your eyes from the light in the world

But no one will help you

Depression feels like a prickly cactus

Everytime you try to grab onto something true, it impales you

It never leaves, always thirsty for pain

The tears pour in a never ending stream

Depression smells like rotting flesh 

It keeps getting worse and worse until nothing’s left

Nothing can stop it except amputation

But your brain gives you the wrong sensation 

You sit in your room writing that letter, praying and hoping that you’ll get better

Depression tastes like salt water

It continues to make you thirstier the more you drink… yet you can’t help it

Even when you get some fresh water, the salt lingers in your veins

You open that pack of razor blades, you count many pills you need to drown

Depression sounds like a war on man

Guns and bombs detonating around you

It will deafen you with no shame

You can only hope to escape this prison alive

But before you know it, you’re gone.

Depression is a heartless thing

But it doesn’t have to be so

Ask for help

I promise you’ll receive it.

Don’t let that 911 call be the end.