Depression.

This is less of a poem, and more of a rant. I hope people understand. I can't say I hope you relate, because depression is not an okay thing. Let me know what you think.


"Just get over it."  "It's no big deal" "you're just having a bad day." "Stop being so dramatic." "Can't you just talk to a shrink or something." "You need serious help, you're fucking crazy." "Stop crying all the time." "Why don't you come out of your room now and then."


Depression

It's like you're floating in space with minimal oxygen left.
It's walking naked in a snowstorm
It's trying to ride an exercise bike through concrete that instantly sets.
It's crying and crying, until eventually you feel like dying.
It's silence.
It's silence that is so loud you feel like your head will explode.
It's needing to cry, but you're already dehydrating from all the tears you have let out that you just sir there.
The tears are right there on the brim of your eyelids, they're just waiting for someone to push them over the edge, and they know someone will because it is happened so many times before.
It's like screaming, and knowing no one will hear you.
It's being stuck in a hole.
It's taking the role of atlas, but instead of a bolder it's the world you're pushing up a hill.
I'm rambling now because I need someone to know.
I need people to understand, but I know they won't.
It's important.
You never know who is feeling what.
You never know who is screaming in their minds.
You never know who is tearing themselves apart from the inside out.
So, stop being an asshole.
Think before you speak.