Depression, Redefined Poem by John Demon Jones

Depression is being tired, yet you can never fall asleep.
It is forever wanting more, and ignoring what you keep.
Depression is the rock you trip on, when you could move around.
It is a way of crying out, but never making a sound.
Depression is the path to death, but it's a way of life.
It is wanting freedom, when you yourself create the strife.
Depression is when you give your all, when you really need to take.
It is hoping for relief, when stress is all you make.
Depression is tensing up, but your muscles are at rest.
It is never doing enough, even when you do your best.