What Depression Does Poem by Hannah Diane Williams

Depression doesn't care that
You're graduating college
Or getting married.
It doesn't care that
You're supposed to be happy.

It just leaves you
With a pain in our chest,
And no room for hair.

It leaves you with a guilty conscience,
Always feeling like you've done
Something wrong.

It leaves you with
Scarred arms
From razors and knives.

It leaves you with
Blurred vision
From self-induced vomiting.

It leaves you with
The smell of vodka on your breath
And shaking hands.

But most of all,
It leaves you
Cold and alone,
With no one there,
Because it told you to
Push them all away.