Depression aint no flu.
It sticks to my body like super glue.
Eating away at my soul.
Making me a former shadow of myself.
People say snap out of it.
You'll be ok.
I wish I could be ok
I wish I could shake this vermin away.
I wish I could be free
But depression isn't easily shaken.
Depression aint no flu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great comparison, Amy! Unique concept regarding depression and how it grips you from the inside out. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn