Depresion Poem by Brett Phillips

Depression is like.....
Getting a stab to the heart. With no one there to save you. Like a man screaming for his life begging for pity from the worst threat. It seems like an illusion of death like a bad dream that you never wake up from. Or like a woman steeling your heart and toying with you to see how far you’ll go to get it back. To me depression is a meadow of lost souls that will be trapped in the darkest pits of hell for all eternity.

Depression = sorrow