Depression is not an object,
nor is it to be romanticised.
Depression is wanting to harm yourself mentally.
It's wanting to wreck yourself emotionally
and physically into oblivion.
Depression is light nights and dark mornings
and days when it's too tiring to even think.
Most of all, depression is not you.
You are not depression and it does not define your being.
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,poetic expression